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UNSC FRIGATE: HELL'S HALF ACRE
BATTLE CLUSTER IN ORBIT AROUND SANGHEILIOS.
Captain Adrian Demarco cracked his knuckles. Looking on the viewport in the steel corridor outside the Armory, he saw the fleet of the five Frigates, two Marathon Cruisers, and an Assault carrier led by the elites. It’s name was The Shadow of Intent. The UNSC ships were spares assembled by Lord hood from the surviving colonies and outposts rallied by Lord Hood.. The ships drifted quickly towards the massive pair of fleets scrambled within each other like a swarm of bees turning on each other.
Luckily the Elites provided the with FoF identification. Mike looked back into the Armory to find his team of ODSTS and ONI Black Ops soldiers gearing up in the armory. Only clad in grey fatigues, Adrian walked into the Hangar.
“Okay boys, the elites saved our sorry asses, so I figured we retuned the favor. About an hour ago, an Elite Commander dropped out of contact, according to an Elite shipmaster trying to get into contact with him. We are tasked with finding him and confirming he is alive.”
“Where would that be?” asked on of the rookie troopers by the name of Heartly. His young face covered in a thin stubble that had bothered Adrian since he was moved to his squad
“Shut up and let me finish.” Adrian responded coldly, glaring at the rookie under his black officer cap bearing the UNSC emblem, an Eagle resting over the silhouette of earth with an olive wreath behind.
“The Elites were attempting to vacate the capitol and regroup for a counter offensive. A series of Brute counter-attacks and ambushes eliminated most of them.”
The new guy they transferred, O’Connor, looked anxious. There was rumors around the crew that he had befriended the elite that led the forces in the city. He requested to be the first boots on the ground.
“We will perform a surgical insertion and sweep the area for survivors, we’ll load them onto the Wasp drop ships and get them out. The ODSTs will drop into heat after a wing of Longswords carpet bomb the perimeter of the city where the Covenant is amassing the soldiers in the city. The Half Acre will enter the atmosphere and launch us in the wasps. Hopefully this plays out like clockwork and we’ll have a clean getaway with hurting the enemy. Oohrah?”
The ONI Black Ops soldiers and the ODSTs knuckle-pounded each other as they stood and gathered their gear. They were equipped with the newer pulse weapons issued by ONI. They ONI troopers were equipped with Mark I “Demon” armor. It was jet black with thin steel plates that covered a sealed body glove. The most interesting feature, however, was the personal energy shields seen on MJOLNIR armor, putting them on par with the Elite Soldiers.
The Helljumpers preferred to stay traditional with their sealed urban camo suit with armor plating and a Helmet with a opaque blue visor that stayed in a V shape that was built around a standard infantry helmet. DeMarco always knew them as crazy-asses. That’s exactly why Officers like him admired them.
The Black ops soldiers pulled a black balaclava over their faces, exposing the eye and upper nose only. Over this, they added another shroud of secrecy. On went a gasmask with a single respirator that protruded from the right side of the mask. The grey rubber squeaked as he pulled it down and secured. The bug-lenses glowed red as he activated the HUD. They slipped on a black combat helmet and clicked the chin strap into place.
“Let’s get a feel for these new toys.” a Black-Ops trooper said with a distorted tone as he pulled a MA7-PC rifle from the gun rack. It looked like the standard MA5C ICWS assault rifle that the infantry carried, but with some “enhancements’ made from the Sangheili and ONI.
It had a Grey and Black color finish. The Magazine contained pulse shells magnetically charged with plasma that encased it once it entered the barrel, that was supercharged with an electromagnet. It fired the 5.56 projectile at 5,000 feet per second while it was encased by an energy shield that was charged with plasma.
The Plasma charger stuck vertically from the body of the weapon and had a power meter that glowed green. The weapon collapsed from the middle to inset a fresh battery in the case that it wore out. It’s ammo counter glowed green and sported a 60 round magazine before having to reload. The barrel was extended and thicker. Electric arcs reached from the tip as the trooper pulled the charging handle and activated the weapon.
“Whoa.”
The Soldiers passed the weapons from the racks to the eager team of Black Ops soldiers. The ODSTs made sarcastic remarks as they reached for their tried-and-true BR55HB-SR.
“At least I know that this won’t explode and rip my nuts from my body.” Lt. Harris joked as he racked the bolt on his rifle.
“Settle down.” Adrian snapped as he stroked his hand across his chiseled, clean-shaved face. “Let me grab some body armor.”
He strode over and opened an equipment locker that slid with a creak. He pulled some armored boots and slid them on, trying the metal boots that reached just below his knees. He hoisted a black steel chest plate and slid it onto his shoulders. It was a heavy and snug fit, but it would hold off against small arms better than his cloth fatigues underneath.
He strapped a pair of rectangular shoulder pads on that covered most of his bicep area. He adjusted his cap and grabbed an M6G magnum and one of the three remaining pulse rifles. He turned it on and it beeped to life as it’s systems began to run. It was surprisingly light, most of the interior being made out of the Covenant’s composite alloys.
“Let’s rock Gentleman.” he said as he pulled the weapon’s strap over his shoulder, letting it dangle under his arm.
The men shuffled as the proceeded down the hallway, looking out the windows at the raging battle in orbit.
“Damn,” said O’Connor as a cruiser was struck by a Plasma torpedo, detonating into a frag grenade of giant proportions. Debris rained onto other ships nearby. The door hissed open and the cargo elevator awaited them. About forty men altogether were packed like sardines into the platform.
It rang as it descended into the hangar. They gray walls erupted into a flood of white light as they entered the Cargo Bay and hangar. Eight Wasp Dropships stood ready. They were dual-rotor choppers reminiscent of the Osprey design popular in the 20th and 21st century with a compact frame. They had a rounded front cockpit section with a deceptively roomy troop compartment. It was a rather compact craft, a grey Helicopter that was armed to the teeth with a pair of Gatling guns and a bomb-rack containing the foot-ball sized HAVOC mini-nukes.
A few dozen more Helljumpers sat on top of crates conversing or smoking. The General for this operation, Ronald Louis, was a Reach veteran that was appointed by ONI for covert affairs and large-scale espionage and infiltration.
Adrian’s group of Soldiers entered the hangar as the service lift grinded to a halt. The gate opened as a buzzer whined. The group of ONI elite forces stepped off, followed by the group of Helljumpers that proceeded in the opposite direction towards their fellow ODSTS who high-five’d and cheered each other. The moral was extremely high for a high-risk mission.
“Alright boys, “ the General boomed, “I want a nice clean entry and exit. Captain Richards on the bridge will fire a MAC round into the outskirts of the city where the Covenant are pooling troops. The ODSTs will insert right as we break atmosphere and clean up the mess we make. That’s where Captain DeMarco and his team of spooks come in.” he grinned as he cleared his aging throat.
The troops nodded as he continued speaking.
“Once the Half-Acre is in the atmosphere, the Wasps are going to launch and sweep the left side of the city for brute stragglers and Sangheili survivors and lift the them out of the city. That’s the plan, and I hope it’s a clean sweep. Good luck.”
Captain Demarco assembled his soldiers. The few dozen elite troopers all placed their eerie gasmasks towards him, besides the other officer, Lt. Hector, who exited the Wasp for Adrian’s orders and put the cap on top of his clean-shaven head that glinted in the plentiful light of the hangar..
“Remember, once we break atmosphere, let the ODSTS clear the outskirts of the city and we extract the Commander and whoever is alive there. When we exit, we will extract the ODSTs and return to the Elite Supercruiser and drop the commander to the Elite leader and return to our fleet, where we will plan out our ground assaults to help liberate the Sangheili.”