[Halo] New! San Angeles RPG

[Orcaid123]

Seeing where the warthog was heading to, Roltee signaled the cloaked grunts to appear, having mobile plasma cannons with them. They would start shooting at the warthog, from abit up in the street, in front of the warthog. Roltee: Grunts! Fire at will!

[Naked Crook]

Tye could see the Grunts up ahead on the street. He turned the steering wheel to the right, and hit the emergency break. The Warthog took a very sharp turn to the right. Tye then floored the accelerator and moved down an alley way to avoid the flak cannons. Tye drove down the alley way, until he emerged on the other side. He took a left when he was back on the city streets. Tye drove up the street, and hung another left, effectively circling right around the line of Grunts. Tyber: Cam! Take those bastards down! As Tye said this, he stopped the vehicle right behind The Grunts, giving Cameron a clear shot. Cameron wasted no time in desolating the line of Grunts with the Guass Turret. As Cameron blasted away, Tye drew one of his automags and fired from the driver's seat, picking off a few of the Grunts that were trying to actively take aim against The Warthog. With the entire line of Grunts down, Tye contacted the air support that was hovering over Carver's Spaceport. Tyber: Air teams...this is Commander Vernette. Close in on my position. On that vector, you will see Covenant hostiles on the roofs of the surrounding buildings. You are orders to fire at will to eliminate all hostile targets, repeat, fire at will. The Vulture pilot acknowledged the order. Vulture Pilot: Understood sir, we hear you loud and clear. We are closing in on your vector. ETA, two minutes. Meanwhile: Voro and his Spec Ops had left The Divine Inquisition. Voro, and his Spec Ops, were currently en-route to UNSC Airfield Mayweather in 2 cloaked Phantoms. The Phantoms were closing fast on the Airfield. Since the Phantoms were concealed by their active camouflage, they moved in totally unopposed, and totally undetected. Voro: Brothers...our plan of attack will be a simple one. As soon as we arrive at this Human facility, we will split into two main attack groups. The first attack group will be led by myself. I will engage the filth in battle, and divert their attention. The second group of Spec-Ops will remain undetected, and move in from behind. This will be a classic flanking attack that should prove to be highly effective given the very open concept of this battle field. All of the Spec-Ops roared as they pounded their fists on their chests. Voro: Strike the filth down where they hide. Show them no mercy, give them no quarter! The Spec-Ops roared again. All of Voro's Elites were fired up, and ready to go.

[Orcaid123]

As the Gauss warthog decimated the grunts, Roltee stood on the roof, observing as it shot at the grunts. He'd eventualy say; Roltee: These filths... They're smarter than the usual ones. He'd turn around, giving the notion to the other elites on the roof to cloak, and he'd cloak himself as he had given the order. Meanwhile down at the warthog: Robert pulls up his magnum, and shoots some shots at the grunts, managing to kill some of them before they would be completely dead. Robert: There you get, buggers! Meanwhile on a roof, overlooking a somewhat of big plaza: Rah'jesh uncloaks himself, overlooking the plaza below him, he'd fold his arms across his chest, as five phantoms uncloaks and lands in the plaza. Soon, there would come black armoured elites, grunts, even some pair of hunters. One of the phantoms carried a anti aircraft wraith, and as it was placed on the ground. Soon there would be three grunts in the anti aircraft wraith, making it ready to be operational. Rah'jesh decides to speak in the comm, speaking to all units under his command; Rah'jesh: Brothers! Our mission here are to eliminate the filths which have infested this world, cleanse it. You've been divided into three teams; you all know already which team you're in. Two of the teams will continue into the city, and cleanse it from the infidels! The last team will stay here, and protect the wraith as it'll cover us from the filth's aircraft. For the grand journey! As Rah'jesh said the last words, the phantoms flies away, entering cloak, same would 2/3 of the covenant which had landed in the plaze, the rest would take up positions inside buildings, setting up turrets. Rah'jesh steps away from the roof, going down the stairs. He'd speak in the comm, directing it to Roltee; Rah'jesh: Brother Roltee. How does the cleansing fare? Roltee replies: Can't speak, brother! I'll contact you soon enou-... The comm was broken. Then some new voices enters the comm. Grunt voice. Grunt: Ehm, ehm... Shipmaster! Shipmaster! We got incoming aircraft in the air! Will be in range in some moments! Permission to f-fire, Shi-Shipmaster? The grunt speaks in a nervous voice. Rah'jesh: You have my permission to shoot them down. Make every shot count, or there'll be pain. Rah'jesh speaks in a cold voice. Moments later, the anti air wraith iniates to shoot, aiming for incoming vultures.

[Naked Crook]

As The Vultures and the supporting Hornets closed in, they came under fire from the Anti Aircraft Flak Wraith. Vulture Pilot: All support wings, break off...we have incoming flak. Break off! The Vulture began to fall back, and resort to evasive maneuvers, as the smaller, quicker hornets broke off to the left and right flanks. Vulture Pilot: Attack Wings...approach from both flanks. Open fire with the chainguns and missile pods! Watch what direction that wraith is looking in. If you come under fire, fall back, drop your altitude, try to get out of it's firing arcs! The supporting Hornets did as instructed, as the Hornets broke into two main groups, and surrounded the Anti-Air Wraith from it's left and right flanks. The Hornets wasted no time in getting in close, and opening up with their chainguns and missile pods. Meanwhile: Tye watched as the smoke cleared. He looked at all of the dead grunts. He then looked at Robert. Tyber: Robert...go out there and re-purpose as much of their ordinance as you can. Pick up fuel rods, and one of those cannons if you can. Grab grenades, and anything else that could be useful. No point in being picky with the weapons of war. We could use the extra firepower in any case.

[Kairu]

Vhat' had ordered his men to hold position out of sight. While they were climbing, he had an idea. He pulled up an overview of remaining ordinance. The list showed who still had what, although it hadn't updated for the two dead Elites. Vhat' ignored the name listed for one of the dead Spec Ops trooper who had some of the explosives. Vhat' then went to his Second and requested the demo charges. He then instructed the two other Spec Ops without extras to head to a rendezvous in a building adjacent to the Spaceport. Vhat' and his Second, Jal'ree, to head back to the front enterance. The risk was great, but so was the reward. They were going to blow out the main entry and exit to the building, in effect trapping people in and out with no feasible go-between. Minutes had passed as they descended back to the main floor and atrium. When they arrived, the entrance was already beginning to , but not as much as Vhat' hoped. Jal'ree and Vhat' had closed into an atrium. They were hiding in the shadows, surveying the architecture and figuring out the best way to sabotage. Vhat' then noticed the support beams that gave the atrium a modern look, but also had a meaningful purpose. Vhat' split the remaining explosives with Jal'ree. Vhat' would take the left side and destroy the first few pillars while Jal'ree took the right. They designated the correct pillars to take out and they began planting explosives. While the duo were working Vhat' was pondering on how to disguise their charges. He then expressed to keep them inconspicuous as to not alert the Humans. As they were finishing up, a little boy pointed at Jal'ree. The boy had noticed the shimmer effect from the camo, but his mother was too concerned to acknowledge the child's observation. When they finished, the retreated back to the service stairwell they were previously using. Vhat' and Jal'ree looked at each other signalling their readied status. Vhat' held the detonator and activated the detonation sequence. The charges and detonator began simultaneously beeing and flashing. About 10 seconds later, the charges exploded before anyone realized what happened. The pillars that were primed had shattered, sending debris chunks toward other pillars and the civilians. The explosions engulfed many soldier and civilians alike, blasting them all. The explosion wasn't extreme, but the immediate area was devestated. Vhat' and Jal'ree exited the area, fleeing up the stairs and leaving the destruction behind and below. As they got to the third floor, Vhat' watched as part of the building collapse where the supports were. Although unaccounted for, the included collateral was a nice touch. Vhat' and Jal'ree reached the target window were they were jumping to the rendezvous. They did so without hesitation. In the distance emergency response vehicles were heard along with the continued civilian panic echoing down the streets and surrounding area. The surroundings, seeing the Humans in fear and panic made Vhat' ecstatic, his finest work yet

[Orcaid123]

Robert: Yes, sir. Just keep me covered. Robert climbed out of the warthog, having his assault rifle raised, and jogged over to the dead grunts. While scavenging, he'd hear a sound, like someones dying, he turns around, he'd see a dying grunt on the ground. Robert pulls his magnum up, aims at the grunts head, and shoots. He'd walk over to the dead corpse and take the grunt's fuel rod, putting it under his left armpit. Then he walks over to one of the still operational mobile turrets, and packs it under his right armpit. Having much weight on him, he would slowly walk over to the warthog, quite gently with the newly added equipment. He puts the fuel rod, and the mobile cannon in the back seat of the warthog, on the floor beside Cameron. Then he places himself on the passenger seat. Meanwhile at the main core of the building by the plaza, there's a table, having a holographic map on it. Rah'jesh overlooks the table, and speaks into the comm as he sees where the hornets are aiming at. Rah'jesh: All divisions of plasma turret and fuel rods. Iniate fire upon the hornets. I want to see burning filth falling off from the sky within the minute. Wraith team. Continue firering. Reinforcements with more wraiths will arrive shortly, so I want the sky cleard of the filths aircraft. For the grand journey! As Rah'jesh dispatched the order, several plasma turret, and grunts/elites with fuel rods, iniates to fire upon the hornets.

[Hells Sniper]

Folee wasted no time in barging in through the door, causing all three elites to divert their attention to the ODST that had just entered. Folee grinned and raised his shotgun. Folee: Civies, move! The civilians behind the elites hardly had time to react, they were still awe struck at the situation. But one man began to push the others, as one of the children was tugging on their mother's arm, begging her to move. That's when Folee couldn't waste any more time. Two of the three elites approached him, swords drawn as he fired a shell from his shotgun, backing away. The shell ripped through the shields of the closest elite, with some shrapnel landing against the shields of the second and third elite. Folee fired another shell, as the burst hit the elite in the gut and caused his entire chest to rip up, the shrapnel hitting the elite on the far side of the room. The elite backed up and fell onto his back. Folee turned to face the second elite, who had ran at him and was now in lunging range, the elite swung at Folee. Yet, Folee tried to move away as the energy sword cut through his shotgun barrel like grass. Folee decided to fire anyway as the shell exploded into an even further radius and ripped apart the shields of the elite in front of him. The elite yelped and backed away, as Folee fired one last shell and blew the elites head clean off. As the elites body dropped, Folee diverted his attention to the third and final elite at the far end of the room. Next to him was a man halfway through the wall, his skull crushed. In the elites hand was a small boy. Elite: Drop the weapon, filth! The elite yelled towards Folee, who had his shotgun raised. Suddenly, from the corner a woman ran towards the elite. Woman: Drop him, you scu--- Before the woman even reached the elite, the elite had backhanded her and sent her halfway across the room. Folee cringed, he was in no place to fire with such an imprecise weapon. Folee yelled. Folee: Okay! Okay! I'm dropping it! He said as he lowered himself, placing his shotgun on the floor. Looking to his right and to the doorway, Athios and Paul were no were to be seen. Folee: No drop the kid! The elite grinned as his shields flickered, they were still recharging from the shrapnel before. Yet, the elite continued on as he raised his sword, preparing to kill the boy in his hands. Elite: What is it about humans that make them so...foolish... The elite asked as he raised his sword. But, before he could provide the finishing blow a shot rang out from the doorway to the elite's left. The back entrance. The shot went clean through the elites head and past the boy's. Effectively killing the elite as his energy sword dissipated and his hands let go of the boy. Athios walked in, his gun barrel smoking. Athios; And what is it about elites that make them such dumbasses... Athios ran over to the boy and helped him up, as Paul went to the woman who was backhanded. Folee retrieved his weapon and approached his teammates. Athios picked up the boy and held him against his chest, he looked at Folee. Athios: DeVamos is in the back...I don't know where Pollen is. The woman looked upwards. She looked at Athios. Woman: Linda Pollen? Athios turned to the woman and nodded. Linda: That's me...and that is my son. Athios smiled. He approached the woman. Athios: Then let's get you two out of here, shall we? Linda nodded as Athios led them out the back with Paul following. Folee, stayed behind, looking at the dead civilian embedded in the wall. He shook his head as he let the shotgun rest on his shoulder. He took a deep breath and then followed his teammates out. Concurrently: Carmicle nodded at Limos and both of them popped out of cover. They fired their weapons systematically. Limos was taking down shields while Carmicle would provide the last few shots to the head. Troy and Colby on the other side had a similar system, only difference was that Troy would fire his magazine for suppression, and Colby would provide finishing shots as much as he could. By the time both teams had come under heavy fire to force them down, they had each taken out two brutes. There were only three left, but before anyone could react. All three jumped on top of their cover and growled. Limos and Carmicle only had one near them, but the brute was fast and picked up Carmicle by the arm as he fired at Limos. Limos was also fast and rolled out of the way of the shots. Troy and Colby weren't so lucky as both brutes near them had grabbed their arms and thrown them over their cover and onto their backs. Troy groaned, but tried to get up as fast as possible. He had, surprisingly, held onto his weapon, as Colby had dropped his. Troy picked himself up to one knee and fired his assault rifle at the brute that threw him. The brute's shields began to drop as he brought his arm up to his face to block the bullets. But Troy persisted, getting fully erect as the rounds began to penetrate his arms and chest. The brute began to fall backwards, as the second brute growled and charged Troy. Troy saw this happening and jumped to the side as the brute ran past him. Still on the ground, Colby was having trouble recovering from the hit. Troy knew he needed to give him some time, so he dropped his assault rifle and pulled out his combat knife. He immediately charged at the brute and jumped onto his back. Carmicle was still being held by the arm as his shoulder wound was stretched harder. The brute was firing at Limos who was just evading shots as much as he could. Carmicle knew he needed to do something and using his free hand, he grabbed his combat knife and rotated himself so he could thrust the knife into the brute's head. His plan worked as the knife penetrated right below the chin of the brute. The brute yelped and then fell, bringing Carmicle down with him. Limos immediately stood upwards, and saw the brute near Troy and Colby was wounded. He fired his weapon at the brute, getting his attention. The brute yelled as he began to run towards Limos. But suddenly, Limos' weapon jammed. Limos began to panic as he banged the side of his weapon. And then, with a fortune of luck, the brute stopped running and simply fell onto his stomach. A few feet behind him was Colby, hunched over, with the barrel of his gun smoking. Colby looked at Limos and said one word into his radio. Colby: Troy... Colby fell to one knee, grasping his stomach. Limos looked over towards Troy was still riding the brute. All he could do was watch as the brute tried to fight, but Troy simply moved around. Simply listening to his radio, Limos could hear Troy. Troy: Let's go you big ugly gorilla! The brute growled and tried to grab Troy, but Troy evaded his grasp. Troy: That's right you fucking bitch! The brute turned in circles, running rapidly, he tried to shake Troy. But Troy didn't fall off, he simply raised his knife when he was in optimal position and slammed it onto the brute's head. The knife penetrated the brute's helmet and ran into his skull. Immediately, the brute stopped moving as Troy twisted the knife. The brute dropped to two knees, giving Troy enough room to stand. Troy shoved the knife out as the brute fell to the ground. Troy turned around and just chuckled. Troy: He wouldn't go down... Limos let out a slight smile before shaking his head. He then shook his head and spoke. Limos: Check Colby...I got Carmicle! Concurrently: Jacob knew Kolya would be right behind him, and he knew that he wouldn't show up on radar, just as Jacob wouldn't. It gave him a chance to contact Harrison. Jacob inputted some codes as he flew rapidly towards the surface of the planet. Harrison: This is Harrison, Captain? Jacob: Captain! Sir! Jacob was talking fast, he was breathing deeply from the wounds he had sustained and he needed medical attention. Harrison knew something was wrong. Harrison: Jacob, what is it? Jacob: Sir, I have the information...but I need air backup now! Harrison: Covenant? Jacob entered the atmosphere of the planet as he flew as fast as he could. He knew Kolya would be on his ass any second. Jacob: Negative! Another human, someone by the name of Augustus Kolya. Tried to kill me in the facility and is currently on my tail, sir! Harrison had heard the name before. He got his eyes onto a leaked ONI document and he knew Kolya was trouble. He knew he had to help Jacob. Harrison: Roger that. Head to the city of Carver, we're currently evacing the city and defending it from the Covenant. I have a pilot ready to assist. Contact CPO MacLaren when you are a minute out. Jacob: Roger that, sir! Thank you, I'll do my --- Before he could finish, he came under fire from Kolya's pelican, as he was hit by the chain gun a few times in the hull. Jacob: Under fire, sir! Sharpmen out! Jacob cut the radio and requested CPO MacLaren to contact him. He hoped she would be on soon. The pelican rocked again as Kolya fired the chain gun at him...again. Jacob hoped he could hang on long enough.

[Naked Crook]

Tye was listening to the comm chatter. He listened to the Vulture pilot dish out orders. He did not say anything, but he knew he had to act. Tye then spoke to Robert and Cameron. Tyber: THose Covenant bastards are trying to take away our air advantage. By the sounds of it, they are trying to get a foothold on the skies by dropping in AA Wraiths. They already have one AA Wraith on the ground, and I am willing to bet my life on the fact that they are going to try and drop more. Tye paused. Tyber: If my years of experience means diddly squat, then the first place we should position ourselves to stop the Covenant from creating a beach head to attack our air forces, would be the location of that current AA Wraith. Standard attack pattern suggests that they will work outwards from this position! Tye put the Warthog into drive, as he began to drive down the street again. Tyber: We are moving to the focal point of AA activity, and we are gonna cut these SOBs down. There is no doubt that they will try to lift Wraiths into position used Phantoms. We are going to shoot those Phantoms down before they reach their targets. We have a Guass turret, and one of those Flak Cannons. Let's do some damage! Tye continued to drive through the street. He knew with Cameron on the gun and Robert in the passenger seat, combined with his exceptional driving ability, he knew that he could put the hurt on The Covenant just enough to give the air force all the leverage they need to strike down hostiles from the sky. Meanwhile: The Vulture and accompanying Hornet's had raised their altitude to make it much more difficult for the slow moving flak to be of any particular use or threat to the well being of the air support. By the time that any Covenant hostile had fired off any AA Weapon, the Hornet's and Vulture had long since moved out of the way. However, the rapid speeds of the missiles and chaingun bullets that the Hornet's were firing made it much easier for the air force to pick off and desolate Covenant AA. The Vulture, which was keeping its distance, was firing off it's twin cannons and was just decimating rooftop after rooftop of Covenant AA. Vulture Pilot: Keep it up boys. We should have these roofs clean in no time at this rate! Keep firing! These idiots are going to need something a lot faster and a lot closer if they are going to take us down. Meanwhile: The two phantoms that were under Voro's Command were in close range of UNSC Airfield Mayweather. The first Phantom, that was carrying Voro, landed just outside the Airfield, while the second Phantom kept going, under active camo, to the other side of the base to start the flanking maneuver. As Voro, and his team of roughly 18 Spec Ops moved forward, they made no effort to conceal themselves, as they were looking for a fight. The entire Airfield itself was surrounded by a large 15 foot concrete wall, with the exception to a break in the wall which allowed vehicles and personnel to move through. This area was secured by a squad of Marines. As Voro and his Spec-Ops approached this location, the Marines alerted the rest of the base, and sounded an alarm, indicating that The Covenant was attacking. Voro: As expected...the filth will divert more of its forces to this location...leaving the interior of the base almost unprotected. Voro and his Spec-Ops readied themselves for battle as they began to fire their Carbines at the Marines, forcing them down into cover. Voro and his Spec-Ops just moved forward, not stopping at all, despite the dangers. Their combined firepower totally suppressed any sort of return fire from the squad of Marines that was on station. Voro: Push forward brothers! Fear neither pain or death! As Voro said this, The Phantom that dropped him, and his team, off disengaged it's active camo. The chin-mounted plasma cannon started to fire at the squad of Marines who were in cover. The plasma barrage tore apart their cover, and smashed the defensive line the Marines had set up. In effect, the path for Voro to move in was totally clear. With the added support from the Phantom, Voro and his Spec-Ops would be able to topple UNSC AIrfield Mayweather in no time at all. Meanwhile: Jennifer, who was still tending to the wounded, heard the alarm. Jennifer: What the hell is going on now? Jennifer contacted all points on the base. Jennifer: This is Captain Frost to all points stationed on Airfield Mayweather. I need a sit-rep! After a moment, Jennifer got a response. Marine: Ma'am...this is Sergeant Willis. We are under attack by The Covenant. We have one Phantom and close to two dozen Special Operation Elites...arrh... Jennifer listened as the line went dead. Jennifer: Sergeant? Do you copy? Sergeant Willis, do you read me? All Jennifer could hear is the gunfire of Marines and the weapons fire of Carbines coming in over the comm. She could hear one of the Marines over the comm ordering everyone to fall back and regroup. Jennifer shook her head, as she was still with over a dozen injured soldiers who were in no way ready to be moved, nor were they combat ready. Jennifer sighed, as she ran to a weapons rack, and grabbed an Assault Rifle. She then looked at two ODSTs that were stationed with her, guarding her post. Jennifer: You two, get out there, round up as many people as you can, and consolidate out lines. Form a perimeter around this building, and hold The Covenant off while I get the injured ready to move out. We still have a few Pelicans sitting around in one of the large hangers. We will use those to get the hell out of here when the injured are prepped. ODST 1: Yes Ma'am! The two ODST's moved out, as ordered. Jennifer holstered the Assault Rifle on her back, as she started to do very quick patch jobs on the injured. She needed to move as fast as possible if she was going to get anyone out of here alive. Meanwhile: Vernette and Barrabus, who were currently still on the Venture Capitalist, were busy discussing their next move. They were on their way down to the hanger of the Venture Capitalist, ready to hit the surface. Barrabus: So...we are returning to the surface. Why? Vernette: To be honest...I think we are bound to find more answers down there than up here. Besides, with HAWK running over everything we have again, and pressing every possible source of information on this planet, we can double our chances of getting our next lead by leaving the ship. Vernette shrugged. Vernette: Besides...we can do some damage to The Covenant while we poke around. Two birds, one stone. Barrabus: If you say so. Vernette chuckled a bit. Vernette: Well, it never hurts to lend a hand. We both know the UNSC needs it now, more than ever. Barrabus: So...where exactly are we going to start? Vernette: We are going to Carver. Reason being, there is a constantly growing Covenant presence there. If the Covenant see fit to amass in this location, there must be a reason. They must be after something beyond killing humans. Their movements have been very precise thus far. There is no reason for a random deviation to the established pattern. We know, almost for certain, that there is a direct connection between The Trust and The Covenant, at least in one way. We cannot rule out the possibility that The Covenant is being baited by The Trust to inadvertently do any dirty work for The Trust. Barrabus: Hmmm... Vernette: What is it? Barrabus: I know for certain that I have a few friends here, on San Angeles. Perhaps we can use this to our advantage. Vernette: Explain? Barrabus: Remember when we were at UNSC Regional HQ Bravo? DO you remember Dangerus, the other Brute Chieftain I fought? Vernette: Yes I do. Barrabus: Do you remember Xyrho, the Elite I fought on the roof when we went to help your token Spartan that you like? Vernette: I do remember that as well. For the record, that Spartan's name is Cameron. He is one of the few that I can consider a friend. Barrabus: Yeah, whatever... Barrabus grunted. Barrabus: The point is...Xyrho and Dangerus...are both very intelligent...and very reasonable. It is why I consider them to be among my friends. Vernette: Helpful for Barrabus...not for Anaconda. Barrabus: They are still reasonable. We could always tell them what we know. If the Trust is baiting them, we could interfere with that. We could shake things up a little...and shake lose any proxy control The Trust may be exhibiting. Vernette: That is a good idea. Barrabus: No doubt, we should be able to find both Xyrho and Dangerus, or at least one of them, in Carver. They are both hands on Commanders when the need arises. We should keep our eyes open, and take advantage of this. Vernette: Agreed! If it means kicking The Trust in the shins to make them stumble...I am all for it. Barrabus: While we are at it, we should defiantly consider informing a few of your people about what we know. However, as Humans are more inclined to be involved with The Trust than any Covenant contact would be...we should evaluate that decision carefully. If we can manipulate events, even slightly, we stand a better chance. I suggest we manipulate someone high up...someone with lots of command, and pull. Vernette: I can think of a few people that we could..."manipulate"... Vernette shook his head. Vernette: Such a dirty word... Barrabus grunted in agreement. Barrabus: It has to be done...dirty word or not. Vernette nodded, as the two walked into the hanger bay. Vernette put his helmet back on, and fastened it to his armor. Nighthawk: Alright, let's get this show on the road! Barrabus put his helmet back on, and the two boarded their Vulture, ready to depart.

[Orcaid123]

Robert replied to Tyber, saying: Robert: Hoorah! Let's show them what happends when they try to kill us! Meanwhile in the air: As the vultures and the hornets were at a safe distance from the plasma shots, decimating the covenant AA forces on the roof. Suddenly, five phantoms and then banshees appear from nowhere. The phantoms flies straight past the Human ships, fireing some few shots at the vultures and the hornets as they fly past them, but the banshees stays by the vultures and the Hornets, fireing plasma shots on them. As the phantoms reach the ground, new teams of elites and grunts jump out, each phantom carrying a AA wraith with them.

[Hells Sniper]

Limos had since ran over to Carmicle, who was buried underneath a brute. He could hear him muffling curse words and just laughed as he began to roll the brute over and off of Carmicle. Carmicle: Get this ape off of me! With one final push, the brute rolled over and Limos grabbed Carmicle's arm, hefting him up. They nodded at each other as they rushed over to Troy and Colby. Troy was sitting there, in front of Colby, who had a large, 13 inch, combat knife sticking out of his back. The combat knife had shredded through Colby's armor and created a pool of blood around him. Carmicle wasted no time in trying to stop the wound. Carmicle: I can't pull the knife or he'll bleed out. But if we can move him to a medical station, he has a chance. Limos nodded, as did Troy. Troy stepped upwards and swept the area. Troy: I'll get the gooses ready... Troy ran off as Limos spoke to Carmicle. Limos: Let's move. Meanwhile: Jacob was flying towards Carver as fast as he could, getting occasional bursts of fire from Kolya's pelican. But, right before Kolya was about to fire again, a UNSC fighter came from the left and fired at Kolya, forcing him to decrease his speed as the fighter sped by. MacLaren: I figured the one being shot at was you, Cap'n. Jacob chuckled as MacLaren's voice came over the radio. Jacob: Damn good to hear you, CPO. MacLaren: Roger that. Head to the spaceport, the airfield is under attack. I'll keep you covered. Jacob: Roger, CPO. Thanks for the help. Good luck. The fighter flew past Jacob's pelican as it headed towards Kolya. MacLaren: All in a day's work. MacLaren out.