[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk didn't respond to Jacob. He was far too busy lining up his next shot with the third Wraith. As he did, he noticed a group of Jackals run by, armed with Beam Rifles. Nighthawk spoke to whoever was still with him, who was armed with the Sniper Rifle. Nighthawk: WHichever one of you ladies Jacob left in charge of the sniping...get your eyes up. I saw about half a dozen SNiper Jackals heading to the large carpark on the north east. Find them, take them out, and don't let therm interrupt me. Nighthawk managed to get a lock on the third Wraith. Nighthawk: Target locked...cover your ears! Nighthawk pulled the trigger, and fired off a third round. Like the previous two shots, the sound echoed between the buildings, and could be heard for a great distance. Once again, the shot landed at its target, and destroyed the third Wraith. Nighthawk: Wraith number 3 is down. Nighthawk loaded the last round in his clip into the barrel. As it loaded, he began to look around. He caught sight of the War Chieftain who was leading the charge. Nighthawk: Hello hello...what do we have here? Nighthawk looked through the scope. and zoomed in. Nighthawk: HAWK...do you see this fellow in my scope? Run that face through your database, and see if you can find a match. Isolate your search to high profile and high ranking Covenant troops only. FInd me something about that War Chieftain that we can use. HAWK: Stand by... Anaconda, who had kept radio silence for most of the battle, broke his silence when he heard Nighthawk's conversation with HAWK over the comm. Anaconda: See someone of interest? Nighthawk paused for a moment as he considered how he would answer Anaconda's question. Nighthawk: Yeah. War Chieftain with a Hammer. Not something you see every day. He must be of some importance if he is using a ceremonial weapon. Anaconda: I can name quite a few War Chieftains who use Hammers. DOes he have anything to distinguish him? Nighthawk: There is something up with one of his eyes. It looks like a sort of injury. Anaconda: Sounds familiar. If I was to hazard a guess, being that these are more than likely Dangerus' Brutes...that is Chieftain Furium. I knew him. He is quick to violence... Nighthawk had to chuckle. Nighthawk: A Brute who is quick to violence? Say it isn't so! Anaconda gave a tired growl. Anaconda: Yeah...real funny! Nighthawk: I am just kidding. Anyway...continue. Anaconda: As I was saying...quick to violence, loud, oppresive, and he dislikes condecension and disrespect from those he considers a direct advisory. Leads with an iron fist, and he can be very stubborn when it comes to going down. He can take a beating and still be a threat. Nighthawk: I see. Anaconda: I would advise caution and distance...only because I am on the other side of the space port... Nighthawk: Doing what? There was a pause, and a snapping noise could be heard over the comm. Anaconda: Reducing the local surplus population of the Elites. Nighthawk: Right...good man. Keep at it. I'll let you know if I need anything. Nighthawk paused, as he moved his scope further up the street. He could see another Wraith coming around the corner, except this one had already fired off its mortar in Nighthawk's general direction. Nighthawk: Heads up...incoming mortar! Meanwhile: Tye was once again behind cover, reloading his SMGs, while the Marines he was with were holding the line. He decided to check in with the other fronts. Tyber: Echo squad...this is Commander Vernette...how are things looking over there on the west side? Tye didn't get a response. All he was met with was static. Tyber: Echo squad...do you copy? Tye was met with no response. He knew that if he was getting no response, that chances were that the squad of Marines that were holding the line on the west end of the Spaceport had all been killed. Tye sighed, as he knew he would have to go and check it out. However, before he moved, he decided to check in with Jacob. Tyber: Jacob...do you copy? How are things looking up there on the front line?

[Kairu]

Fireteam Harmony looked around confused as to go about and do this. Arman: "Ok, Sir. We'll figure something out. Harmony out." Robertson: "Well Boss Lady, what are we going to do?" Arman: "Let me think!" Everyone stopped to think and looked around. Axlon: "Boss Lady, I think I can use my PDA to synthesize a Brute dialect and voice. We can then use it as a translator and make new orders." Arman: "If you think you can do it, then get started. As for the rest of us, let's see if we can't figure out a second plan." Everyone had spread out to cover multiple consoles, hoping they could think of doing something alternative.

[Hells Sniper]

McKinley who had took over sniping for Jacob acknowledged Nighthawk's warning and spotted the group of jackals. He lined up one his scope and fired. The round killed the jackal immediately. McKinley continued to this, hoping to get rid of the jackals before they had time to get any humans. Athios on the other hand, was covering Nighthawk by firing his DMR at anything that got too close to the perimeter. Jacob and the two Cross siblings were running down the steps of the building when Jacob heard Tye over the radio. Jacob: Not so good, Commander. The front line is faltering...the brutes are pushing over. Situation on the rest of the port? Jacob ran down the steps and was immediately faced with spiker fire. He and the Cross twins dove into cover. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Troy and Limos fighting a huge War Chieftain. The Chieftain charged Troy and Limos and slammed his hammer down in front of the two. Troy and Limos who had been firing their weapons barely made a dent in the Chieftain's shields and were thrown back a good ten feet. Carmicle, who had since recovered from the warthog crashed was met with fire from two other brutes and immediately jumped over the warthog to find cover. Jacob: Goddamn brutes...Jaclyn, covering fire. Paul, take help those marines. I'll deal with the Chieftain. Paul and Jaclyn both nodded and began to provide covering fire for the marines under heavy fire. Brutes began to converge on their position as they were in the crossfire. Jacob, on the other hand, dove from cover and fired a direct shot at the brute Chieftain. The Chieftain growled at Jacob, who fired another shell at the brute. Jacob: Go down you son of a bitch.. Jacob cocked his shotgun and was about to fire another shot before the brute tried to land a killing blow on Jacob. Jacob rolled out of the way and stumbled backwards from the force of the impact on the ground. The brute growled and lifted his hammer out of the ground, he went for another swing, but Jacob rolled out of the way again. The brute grunted. Furium: Die like the vermin you are. The brute lifted his hammer again, giving Jacob enough time to fire another buckshot. The shotgun shell hit the brute's shield as it faltered. The brute grunted and stumbled backwards, giving Jacob enough time to get to his feet. To his left, he could see Troy and Limos both stand up and began to cover both Jacob and Carmicle. The duo ran over to Carmicle's position and began to lay down extra crossfire on the brute's caught between. Jacob cocked the shotgun and looked at the brute. The brute sniffed the air and looked directly at Jacob, his shields began to regain as he charged directly at Jacob. Jacob saw this and fired off as many shots as he could before the hammer hit the ground next to him and caused him to go flying back into the building's wall.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk emerged from cover as the Wraith Mortar hit the building next to where he was sniping from. Nighthawk then wasted no time in getting back up, and taking aim that the fourth Wraith. He locked it into his scope. Nighthawk could see that the Mortar on the Wraith was getting ready to fire again. NIghthawk knew that if he waited for his scope to get a solid lock on the target, he would be faced with yet another incoming blast from the Wraith. Knowing that he only had seconds before the Wraith fired, Nighthawk simply pulled the trigger, and hoped that he had led the moving Wraith enough to score a direct hit. Luckily, Nighthawk had managed to land a hit, and the fourth Wraith was reduced to little more than debris and plasma fire. Nighthawk: Fourth Wraith is down... Nighthawk ejected the clip from his rifle, and reached to his side to replace it with a fresh one. However, as he did this, he noticed that Jacob was under attack by the Brute War Chieftain that he had spotted earlier. He watched as Jacob was tossed back into the wall of an adjoining building by the force of impact from the Hammer impact. Nighthawk: God...what the hell is Jacob doing? He is going to get himself killed! Nighthawk turn to look at Athios and McKinley. Nighthawk: You two...eyes down below. Jacob is being tossed around by a War Chieftain! Get suppressing fire on that Brute pronto! Meanwhile: Tye was bothered by the fact that the situation on the main front was starting to deteriorate. However, he did have faith that despite the difficulties that Jacob and the others could hold the line. However, Tye was still intent on getting to the west end to see what was going on so he could try and organize a push back. Tyber: Jacob...I am currently on the east end of the Spaceport. I am with a few squads of Marines holding one of the side roads. However...I am going to head over to the west end. I have lost contact without people there. I am going to go and make sure that line is not breached, and if it is, try and push back. Just hold out for as long as you can out there. With that, Tye looked at one of the Marines next to him. Tyber: Sergeant...hold this position. Do not let these Covenant bastards through! I am heading to the west side to check in on the situation over there. UNSC Sergeant: Yes sir! We will provide cover fire! Tye nodded, as he got up, and broke out into a full sprint, falling back, and heading to the west side of the Spaceport. It did not take Tye too long to get to the other side of the Spaceport, as he cut through the inner terminal, avoiding a long sprint around the perimeter. As Tye got closer and closer, he could hear the sounds of Plasma Fire, but he could not hear any UNSC weapons fire. He found this to be rather odd. However, as he got even closer, he could hear the sound of a Gravity Hammer slamming into the pavement, and the sound of Elites yelling out in agony. Tyber: What the hell? Tye broke through the door, and found himself outside again, and he made visual confirmation with the western line. He could see several Elites scattered around, looking and, as if they were looking for something. However, when they spotted Tye, they all took aim with their Plasma Rifles. Elite Minor: Human! Tye immediately fell into cover behind a supply crate, as he readied his weapons. However, before any of the Elites could fire their Plasma Rifles, however, they were all tossed in various directions by what seemed like the impact of a Gravity Hammer from a camouflaged Brute. Tye heard the Elites all scream, as he peaked upwards, aiming both of his SMGs forward. Tye saw that all the ELites were dead from the impact. It was then he noticed a Stalker drop his active camo. Tyber: Oh...it's you... Anaconda: Yeah...me... Tye sighed. Tyber: What happened here? Anaconda: These Humans were overrun by the time I got here. Before the ELites could advance...I jumped in and finished what these Human's couldn't. Then you showed up. Tyber: Makes sense. I lost contact with this end a few minutes ago. I came to investigate. In any case...thanks for the save. You may of just saved us a major headache. Before Anaconda could acknowledge, he came under fire from more Elites that were moving forward. Anaconda turned around and roared, as plasma bolts impacted his shields. Tyber: Charge them...I got you covered! Tye laid down some suppressive fire with his SMGs, drawing some fire away from Anaconda, as Anaconda engaged his active camo and charged the attacking line with his Hammer. Tyber: This is so strange. I never thought I would find myself covering a Brute to help him kill Elites. Meanwhile: Far behind the Covenant Lines, Voro, and several dozen SPecial Operation ELites had been sitting, and waiting. They had been sitting back, allowing Brutes and other "lesser" races push forward on the initial attack. Spec-Ops Elite: COmmander...when are we going to advance? Our blades demand the blood of our enemies! Voro simply laughed. Voro: We move in once these Mongrels spend their lives to clear a path. I have no intention of fighting side by side with them...but I have every intention of spending their lives for my own benefit. Spec-Ops Elite: Shipmaster Xyrho's orders were... Voro scoffed. Voro: I care very little for his orders! His orders are the orders of a collaborator. The Shipmaster is misguided. The other Spec-Op Elites fell silent when they heard this. Voro: If the Shipmaster wants his Elites to die side by side with the lesser races...then HE can lead them into battle. I will NOT order any Elite to spill his blood in the sight of...something like THAT... Voro turned his head and looked at several Grunts who were checking their methane tanks. Voro: They are not worthy to bare witness to our prowess. The Spec-Op Elite was going to object, but a very sharp glare from Voro silenced him. Voro: We wait...that is final! Meanwhile: In orbit, Burke had been coordinating with the rest of the UNSC Battlegroup to try and repel Covenant Forces. THe King Raven had taken moderate damage, and there were several breaches in the hull, but nothing too serious. UNSC Operations Officer: Sir...we just lost the Saint's Society. Burke: Damn it! Status of the Covenant fleet? UNSC Operations Officer: Disproportionate losses. We cannot keep this fight up for much longer. We need to turn the tables fast. Burke rubbed his chin, as he stood up and walked around to the holotable. HE could see the UNSC Line, and the Covenant line. The three Covenant ships that had been boarded were also highlighted. Burke: Are we still in contact with the ODSTs from the King Raven that we sent over to our designated Covenant Assault Carrier? UNSC Operations Officer: Yes sir... Burke: Get me a line to them. UNSC Operations Officer: Stand by... Burke looked at the holomap. He could see that there were several smaller support crafts that were underneath The Assault Carrier in question, which were providing vital support fire for the rest of the fleet. Burke knew that if he could manage to punch a hole in this part of the Covenant line, the UNSC Battlegroup might actually managed to push The Covenant back. Meanwhile: The Ulterior Motive had managed to recover Yates' pelican from the battle zone. Once Yates' was back aboard and safe, The Ulterior Motive broke off, and began to fall back, away from the battle group. Trust Officer: Admiral...we have recovered Deputy Director Yates. He is aboard in Hanger Bay 2. Spender: Get us away from The Combat Zone...full speed. There is no need to be this close any longer. Trust officer: Aye sir, coming about and breaking off. Spender sighed, as he could see the two fleets duke it out over San Angeles. Spender didn't show it, but he was very concerned about the outcome of the battle. He knew that no matter how it ended, the situation was about to become far more complicated for The Trust.

[Hells Sniper]

Jacob grunted as he hit the wall. He fell to the ground and lost the grip on his shotgun. Jacob: Roger that, Tye...We'll do our best to hold the position. Jacob lifted himself upwards and tried to regain his composure. Furium was about to come for another charge, but before he could Athios and McKinley began to fire on his position. Furium began to fall backwards, taking cover from the extra fire. Eventually, he activated his cloaking and disappeared into the firefight. Jacob ran over to the shotgun and grabbed it from the ground. Jacob: Chieftain's gone! I don't know where he is. Jacob cocked the shotgun as he looked up to Athios and McKinley and nodded. Before long, he came under fire from some brutes and dove into cover. To his right, he could see the Cross siblings under fire, but returning it all the same. To his left, Carmicle, Troy, and Limos were all behind the downed warthog providing covering fire to marines retreating from the front line. Jacob: Northern line is faltering...say again, the Northern line is shaking! Jacob took a deep breath and then broke from cover, adding extra fire to the fight. The Cross siblings both took cover as they reloaded. Paul: We're not gonna last... Jaclyn shook her head. Jaclyn: Not without a game changer. Jaclyn and Paul both looked at each other. They both smiled. Paul took out his SMG, as Jaclyn grabbed her assault rifle. They both nodded and popped from cover, unloading their weapons on the brutes. The combined fire of the SMG and assault rifle took down the shields of several brutes, the fire from Jacob's shotgun had caused them to take a good amount of the brutes down. Before they could even react to this, dozens of grunts, a few jackals, and even more brutes barreled over the main perimeter. Jacob: They are not letting up! Stay on them! Near Carmicle's position, a new wave of grunts tackled over the perimeter and grenades were tossed at the already damaged warthog. Carmicle: Disengage! Carmicle, Limos, and Troy all dove from the warthog as it blew up in a fiery ball of plasma. All three of them immediately got back up on their feet and looked around. There were several dozen more Covenant troopers on the ground, far more than the original force of brutes were. The team began to fire on the arriving troops before they had time to fire back. Carmicle: There are a shit ton of grunts and brutes coming over the front line's perimeter! We won't be able to hold this line much longer! Carmicle, Troy, and Limos regrouped and entered a triangle formation. They began to fall back, slowly walking towards cover. Furium, who had previously disengaged could see the additional troops barreling over the perimeter from his position. He had seen a good ten marines disengage from the perimeter and take up defensive positions closer to the spaceport. He grinned, they were pushing the marines back fairly well. He then noticed that most of the wraiths had been destroyed. Looking upwards, he could see Nighthawk on top of the building. Furium grinned, and using his cloaking headed straight towards the building's roof top. Meanwhile: The remaining ships of the battle group had a straight shot to regroup with the fleet. Wasting no time, they immediately headed through the hole they had formed a few minutes earlier. Within moments they were in the midst of the battle, and very close to regrouping with the fleet. Harrison pressed a button on his holotable and spoke to the entire fleet. Harrison: UNSC forces...this is Admiral Harrison, return to the fallback position. I repeat fall back, we can't take much more of this beating! Cycle weapons, arm shiva nuclear weapons!

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk watched below as UNSC forces started to fall back. He could hear Jacob announcing that the UNSC was losing ground. Nighthawk sighed, but he had to partially agree. He could see the sheer overwhelming force that the Covenant had mustered, and he knew that they would not be able to hold for much longer. Nighthawk: Jacob...we can only fall back so far. If we give The Covenant too much ground, they will get too close to the Spaceport...and a hell of a lot of civilians are going to die as a result! We already lostalmost the entire population of one city. Can you really live with the notion of losing a second one!? We cannot lose any ground! Regroup with as many Marines as you can, and reform the line...but do not issue a retreat! Nighthawk gave one final check, and saw that there was no more heavy armor coming towards the Spaceport. Either the Covenant had run out of heavy armor, or they were holding back until the heavy armor could get through without being destroyed. Nighthawk: I don't see any more heavy armor. I think I will group down there with you guys, help you hold the line. Meanwhile: Above San Angeles, Burke could hear Harrison's order. For the moment, he did not respond. He had other ideas. UNSC Operations Officer: Sir...I have a line to our ODSTs on the Covenant Assault Carrier that we were attacking. Patching them through. Burke: Fireteam Kepler...do you copy? An ODST spoke through the comm line. ODST: Lieutenant O'Connell here sir. Burke: What is your status over there? ODST: I managed to get my team to link up with Fireteam Echelon and Fireteam Colossus. We have managed to fight our way to the main engineering deck, and we are about to rig explosives to the main weapon batteries. Burke: Son...I am about to issue you new orders...and you may not like them. Burke paused. Burke: I want you to instead rig all of the explosives onto the main power reactor for the ship...and detonate it...immediately. ODST: Sir...if we do that...we will destroy the entire ship...with all of us still aboard. Surely we could extract before we are forced to detonate? Burke: I am afraid it will not be that simple. You see, the ship you are on is in very close proximity to several other support ships that are providing vital fire support for the entire Covenant fleet. The only way we can destroy all of those ships, is if those explosives are detonated ASAP. Those support ships could break off at any moment, and if we lose this opprotunity...well...the fleet may not survive long enough to launch any more attacks. There was silence over the comms for a moment. ODST: Sir...are you ordering us to die? Burke felt a tightness in his gut. Burke: Yes...I am. You have your orders son. I expect you to carry them out. Burke waited for an acknowledgement. ODST: Yes sir... Burke shook his head, as the comm line went dead. The other officers were looking at Burke as the comm line went dead. Burke looked at the communications officer. Burke: Get me Harrison...

[Kairu]

Fireteam Harmony looked around more attempting to figure things out before pressing anything. Arman: "When it comes down to it, we may need to fire on our own people in order to make the Covenant believe us." No one said anything in response. They all knew it would be a likely possibility that they would have to disguise themselves as the Covenant in order to keep their ruse going. Arman: "Corporal, how's the synthesis coming along?" Axlon: "The PDA is running through the Alpha Brute's comm channels and applying his dialect. Just a couple more minutes." Everyone grew tense as another minute ticked by. Suddenly a console lit up with what was seeming like an important alert. Robertson: "Should we activate it, Boss Lady?" Arman: "Might as well. For all we know, the Covenant may be able to tell if a message has been read." Arman clicked the button as characters began filling the terminal screen. Axlon left his PDA tethered to the console he was hijacking and walked over to the rest of the group. He began analyzing the message as best as he could. Axlon: "I would guess they're new battle plans. Looks like they are about to retaliate. He wants this ship to hang back and let the smaller ships take point, using us for support. Although it seems by the multiple attachments, this isn't an official plan yet." Arman: "No doubt they are waiting for the Brute Commander to return and make his say. All the more reason to get this gig finished." Axlon returned to his PDA as he supervised the finalizations. Calhoun decided to go to their version of a holotable and bring up their star charts. He noted how some of the planets he'd never heard about before. He pulled his PDA out and began data mining the Covenant's computer. Axlon: "Alright Boss Lady, I'm ready." Arman: "Send a message just as the Admiral instructed. Tell them that the boarding parties are proving resistant and we need more reinforcements on board. Additionally, one group tried to take a phantom, but was unsuccessful. Suggest that the fleet should redeploy to support the ship's hangar bays." Axlon: "Yes Ma'am. Beginning the work now." Arman: "Sergeant, you and Cadieux begin hot wiring the self-destruct. Be ready to activate it. And make sure it can't be overrode!" Arman made sure she was speaking clearly, as if her words would only fall on deaf ears. Cadieux and Robertson moved to the console they believed was the main command console and began tinkering. Arman went to Sierra's bloodied body. She kneeled down, sobbing a little. She was quiet about it, but Robertson and Axlon could tell his death was getting to her.

[Hells Sniper]

Dangerus was still on board the phantom when it began docking with his ship. Dangerus grunted, he immediately heard the comm chatter from his brutes on board the ship and across the entire fleet. Dangerus: We secure the bridge...divert the rest of the troops that came up to various areas of the ship. Destroy the humans on board. The brutes grunted as they all jumped out of the phantom and landed in the main hangar bay. Dangerus led his pack towards the bridge, he didn't even bother drawing his weapon as he passed by a squad of ODSTs. The ODSTs turned to fire on the new threats, but before they could, all but one was gunned down by the new brutes. Dangerus grabbed the single surviving ODST by the throat and began to drag him across the hangar bay floor. Dangerus: Oh I have a few questions for you. Concurrently: Harrison watched as they began to regroup with the UNSC fleet, just as he received word from Burke. Harrison: Go ahead Captain, what is it? Meanwhile: Jacob was being suppressed by fire from the extra brutes and grunts when he heard Nighthawk over the comms. Nighthawk: Jacob...we can only fall back so far. If we give The Covenant too much ground, they will get too close to the Spaceport...and a hell of a lot of civilians are going to die as a result! We already lost almost the entire population of one city. Can you really live with the notion of losing a second one!? We cannot lose any ground! Regroup with as many Marines as you can, and reform the line...but do not issue a retreat! Jacob sighed. The fact that Nighthawk of all people was talking to him about living with the notion of losing a population of civilians had him infuriated. He cocked his shotgun and looked around his cover. The marines had fell back a good ten meters from the original perimeter, but they were giving up valuable ground and cover to the Covenant. Jacob sighed, he knew he wouldn't be able to lead these marines forever. They were exhausted, worn out, tired from fighting the Covenant who just seemed like a never ending force of evil and destruction. Yet, Jacob knew that. He shook his head and looked around. Jacob: Alright marines...it's time we pushed these apes back to the Primitive Age! Jacob held the shotgun in one hand, and in the other pulled out two grenades and primed them. Jacob: Suppressing fire! The marines near Jacob and all marines around the falling perimeter began to fire on the grunts and brutes converging over the top. Using the extra fire cover, Jacob dove from cover and tossed the two grenades into the brutes and grunts. Jacob kept running, as he fired off his shotgun into the area of brutes. The grenades blasted at the same exact time, bringing down the shields of several brutes and killing even more grunts. Jacob ran across the field and slid into cover with a few other marines. He then noticed the marines were still firing and bringing down more brutes. But even then, even more brutes barreled over the perimeter. Jacob: Keep firing boys and girls! We haven't stopped breathing yet! Jacob smiled and tossed the shotgun to the ground, he grabbed the assault rifle strapped to his back and began to fire quick and short shots, taking out grunts or brutes without shields. He could see several marines doing the same, but even with all the firepower, the brutes continued to barrel over the edge. Jacob then saw the Cross siblings and Carmicle's crew had grouped together and were flanking the Covenant troops. He watched as the five ODSTs swooped around the faltering perimeter and began to create a crossfire between them and the Covenant. Jacob smiled, maybe they did stand a chance. On the other hand, Athios and McKinley were firing from above, covering the marines as much they could. They heard Nighthawk was on the move, but decided to hold their ground. Suddenly, however, they heard a loud grunt. Athios and McKinley both turned around and saw Nighthawk floating in the air, appearing directly in front of them was Furium, who held a hammer in his free hand. Athios: Wow...alright there, BK. Take it easy. The brute growled loudly in Nighthawk's visor. Furium: I have heard the stories of this one. Furium grunted. Furium: His head will look great above my mantle. Furium grinned as he slammed Nighthawk on the ground and lifted his blade into the air. Athios and McKinley opened fire, but Furium simply ignored the fire and continued his attempt.

[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk groaned as he hit the ground, and followed up with a cough as he got his wind back. He could hear the gunfire above him. It was his instinct, combined with how familiar he was with the Brute fighting style, that allowed him to gather up his strength and roll out of the way of Furium's blade. Nighthawk rushed back to his feet, standing roughly 7 feet from Furium. Nighthawk: I would take it as a compliment that I am known in the Covenant Empire...but...you guys are not the kind of fans I am looking for. As Nighthawk said this, he reached to his side, and pulled out both of his Magnums, and opened fire on Furium. The large 50 caliber incendiary rounds of his Magnums hit Furium's energy shields hard, but he did not faze Furium. Due to the fact that Nighthawk had fired his Magnums off in rapid success, it only took a moment for his clips to run dry. Nighthawk knew that he needed a few seconds to reload, so he did what he did best to buy himself the time he needed...he talked. Nighthawk: You say you have heard stories of me. I find that hard to believe. At the very least...you have not heard the right things. Why don't you put the Hammer down, and cool your jets...and we can talk about this...mono to Brute. You would be surprised how well I can carry a conversation... Meanwhile: Burke sighed as he heard Harrison respond. Burke: Admiral...I believe I have a way to weaken the Covenant fleet...but there is going to be a heavy price on this one. The Covenant Assault Carrier that my ODSTs managed to board is currently in the process of having it's main power reactors rigged to explode. I estimate no more than 45 seconds until the total destruction of that ship, and the surrounding support vessels. I believe if we time our attack with the destruction of that ship...we COULD possibly force the Covenant to fall back, at least to for a short while while they group their battle lines. Burke paused. Burke: However...the trade off is the fact that I am ordering my entire boarding party to their deaths. At the very least...I want their lives to count for something...I want it to count for something we can call a victory. Burke paused again. Burke: I believe that if we push forward with everything we have at the right moment...we can take this battle. All I am asking is that we try.

[Hells Sniper]

Furium grunted, he had no time for the human's games, he had a spaceport to take. Furium growled loudly and swung his hammer at Nighthawk. The hammer landed directly in front of him as Nighthawk was not expecting it, causing Nighthawk to fly a few feet backwards. Athios and McKinley were near the edge of the roof and the subsequent gravity slam caused McKinley to fall over the edge. Athios heard McKinley fall over and immediately darted up to catch him. Athios grabbed McKinley's arm just before he was out of reach. On the ground below them, Jacob and the marines were firing everything they had at the incoming Covenant forces. Marine: I'm out! Anybody got a mag! The marine next to him slid him a magazine for his assault rifle and the marine continued firing. Jacob began to hear more and more calls out for ammo and resupply. He knew they wouldn't last long, not because of the force, but because of sheer numbers and logistics. Jacob: The frontline is losing ammunition and supplies rapidly! We will hold as long as possible! Jacob continued to fire his assault rifle when he saw another pack of brutes come over the top of the perimeter. These brutes were different though, they had the colors of Dangerus on their armor. They had his demeanor, they were his shock troopers. Jacob cursed, Dangerus had to be nearby... The new brutes immediately moved to Carmicle's and the others position. Seven brutes moved against the five of them in little to no cover. Jacob: Sergeant Carmicle! You have seven brute guards heading to your position, I would advise-- Before Jacob could finish an explosion rang out in front of him, causing him to fall backwards. Carmicle: They're already on us Captain! Return fire! Meanwhile: Harrison listened to Burke. He knew Burke, of all people, would never make a decision like that lightly. Burke must have been seeing something he could not. A few squads of ODSTs for the fate of the fleet...and even the planet? He would have to oblige. Harrison: Understood, Captain. We WILL try. Link up your plan with the rest of the fleet, we begin the attack on your mark. Harrison paused. Harrison: All ships...prepare for a counterattack. Across space, on board the Perilus Avenger. Dangerus had dragged the marine all the way to his bridge and had subsequently tossed him to one of his brutes, telling him to hang onto him. Dangerus: Situation? One of his officers began to talk. Brute Captain: Chieftain...the added brutes have tightened security and we are mopping up most of the resistance. Although several human teams remain on board, we believe they will be dead soon. Dangerus nodded as he took his command station over. Brute Captain: The Clarity and Absolution has asked for support ships to come with them...as they have already destroyed the local resistance. Dangerus nodded. Dangerus: Give them what they need, pull us out of this fight, link up with my support ships. The Brute Captain grunted. Brute Captain: They were lost in the initial attack, my Chieftain. Dangerus growled. Dangerus: Then order a ship to come defend us! What is the status of the rest of the fleet? The Captain nodded. Brute Captain: We are fairing much better than the beginning. The counter attack surprised us, but we were quickly able to regroup and defend ourselves properly.