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whens it there whens it here!!!!??? WHENS IT HERE!!!!!!?

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as I was lying on my bed at the night gazing the stars wondering one thing; Where the hell my roof went.

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What part five here? when,when when when....?

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Stage 4: Hit it, Red Squad!

Northern Suez Canal;
Covenant Beachhead
02:45 October 21, 2552
Port Said, Egypt


Surprise was the only element the platoon had against the overwhelming covenant arsenal.

In the dark of night the eight pelicans cruised at an ultra low altitude, desperately trying to stay out of the covenant scanner range. The moon sat high overhead and sparkled brilliantly upon the silver lines of the covenant cruiser in the distance. Darkness would be their cloak, and it would be the key to them sneaking into the city undetected. The port city of Said was slowly coming into view as the sky glowed with mortar fire. Skyhawk and Seraph fighters battled in the skies overhead, while local marines fought off the alien advance as best they could.

Eric placed his hand to the side of his helmet and stood to his feet. He walked to the tail of the pelican ramp and a red light filled the bay.

“Red Squad, lock and load.” Eric chimed as he listened to the communication from his helmet uplink. “Roger, Jason. Red Squad will hit in five. We’ll setup an LZ for the platoon while Blue squad finds the local brigade.” Eric pulled his hand away from his helmet and looked over his squad. This was his team, twenty new recruits fresh from training and had never seen combat. With the exception of himself and Wesley, his whole squad was wet behind the ears. “Listen up. The covenant has a beachhead. We’re breaking in and taking it back. First priority is to establish an LZ for the rest of the platoon. Once we clear the LZ the platoon will come in and pull up our rear. Then we’ll deploy and take on the covenant. Wesley, form up the squad!”

“On it!” Wesley hopped up from his seat and tapped several marines on the shoulder. He split the squad into two groups of ten. He looked at Rose and smiled at her. “Stick with me.” He said softly. The ramp on the pelican hissed as it opened and one of the marines slammed his fist against the wall near the rear door. A heavy chain gun, stationed on a hanging arm, unlocked from the side wall and the marine swiveled the massive gun and took aim out the rear. “Squad formed serge!” Wesley snapped.

“Juggernaut, ETA till dust-off?” Eric stated into his helmet com.

“LZ dead ahead. ETA two minutes, sergeant.” The pilot of the pelican stated in the com. Luckily, Eric was able to get the best pilot out of Mombasa camp Charley to fly his bird, knowing full well that the battle would be pointless if his men didn’t get to the target. Juggernaut had experience on dozens of drop missions during the war, mostly on colony worlds that were eventually glassed. However, he was able to make it out of all the previous encounters. Eric looked over his young squad and cocked a wicked grin.

“When we touchdown you’ll break into your assigned fire team and cover each side of the street.” Eric shouted over the thud of mortar blasts that was getting closer and closer. Two marines vomited as the pelican shifted from the shockwaves. “Stay low and sharp! I want Rocket boys to the front, now. You’ll give us some clearing. When you hit, hit hard, and don’t let up.” More mortar blasts rocked the Pelican and the young nerves of Red squad began to rattle. Eric maintained his posture and never looked worried. “If it’s not human, kill it. Brute, elite, dog, or squirrel; I don’t care! Kill it!”

“What if I find a puppy, serge?” Wesley chuckled.

“You find a puppy, I hope it bites you in the a$s.” Eric retorted. Some of the marines laughed while others struggled to maintain their sanity. The quick words eased some of the tension in the squad but that didn’t last long. “Move up!” Eric shouted to the squad. Everyone jumped up and grabbed the hangers overhead. Eric moved down the line, checking all twenty of his marines and letting their names burn into his mind. He stopped at Rose and saw that she was barely keeping it together. Her nerves were completely shot, she was trembling, and her pupils were fully dilated. He was happy to see her scared, because the added adrenaline would keep her alive even if she was shot a few times.

The rear speaker on the pelican sparked to life as Juggernaut shouted; “LZ is hot, two wraiths, four ghosts… the platoon is breaking off and awaiting your all-clear, serge. Dust off, give him hell marines!” The pelican swung 180 degrees as the rear of the pelican placed the marines in direct view of the battle ahead of them. The brutal sign of war was thrown into the young squad’s faces, as they all peered out of the pelican’s rear ramp. Two ghosts spotted the bird and began speeding toward them with their plasma guns blazing. The marine manning the swivel chain gun pulled the trigger and the gun hummed a metallic tune. He chopped down several Jackal patrols before they could get clear of his arsenal, and then he turned on the two ghosts; laying a thick layer of suppressing fire.

“Rocket boys, take two and two!” Eric shouted. He pointed at the two forward ghosts and then the trailing ghosts. The two rocket holders stepped up to the ramp. The metallic tune of the chain gun echoed between them, and they fired their Jackhammer’s explosive cargo. The missiles homed in on the two ghosts and took them out. Then they took aim at the two trailing ghosts, but as they aimed Eric screamed to the rest of the squad, “Go, go, go!” They couldn’t stand and watch; they had to move out. Red squad piled out of the pelican’s rear bay as plasma and gun fire erupted around them. Two rockets streaked over the marines heads and blew apart the two ghosts. The squad then split into two fire teams; ten to the left and ten to the right. Eric pulled up the rear, and the two rocket boys quickly jumped from the pelican and caught up to their teams.

It didn’t take long for the covenant wraith tanks to spot the pelican. One of them quickly spun around and began spraying its massive plasma mortars into the area. The squad was already clear, however, and the pelican flew off into the night sky.

Eric and his team took to the street, and pushed towards the looming wraith tanks. The tanks had yet to spot them, as it fired toward the fleeing pelican. The street was littered with burned out warthogs and various civilian vehicles, and that made for excellent cover as the two teams closed in. Buildings were smoldering from an earlier covenant barrage, and it was clear that the covenant had taken complete control of the city. Marines were most likely scattered throughout the small port city, fighting as best they could.

Eric crouched and quickly ran to the front of the left side fire team. He looked to the opposite side of the street, and held up two fingers in the direction of the Wesley’s fire team. He then pointed to the right side wraith tank and made a fist. Wesley received the instructions and understood. He looked back and waved for one of the rocket launchers to move up the line. Eric did the same with his team. The rocket launchers quickly raced to the front of each line and took aim. Two Jackhammers simultaneously streaked into the air, each hitting their targets with deadly accuracy. One of the tanks exploded upon impact as the jackhammer hit its exposed mid section, but the other wraith took a direct hit on the heavily plated forward section and rocked backwards; remaining intact.

“$hit!” Eric cursed, but the two rocket boys took aim and each fired another volley at the single wraith. It turned and fired one plasma ball from its mortar cannon before the two jackhammers impacted it again; the combination of the two heavy explosives left only a smoldering hunk of burning blue plasma in its wake. The mortar blast soared toward the fire teams and exploded harmlessly in the center of the street. Several Brute patrols quickly began running toward the commotion. Eric spotted the Brutes coming and circled his hands over his head twice, as he looked toward Wesley and his team.

Wesley pulled his team close and they quickly cut through a crumbling building just off the road. Rose was in the center of the team and followed the group without a problem. Eric realized that now he had to distract the oncoming Brutes with a diversion while his other fire team flanked them. The Brutes were close, but he had some time. There were fifteen Brutes and nearly a dozen Jackals that were about to pounce on them, and he had to form up his team. Oddly, there were no Elites.

“Cover the street.” Eric softly stated. “Spread two by two and take blind shots at the Brutes and Jackals. Once Wesley and his team get behind them, I’ll call the charge. We’ll catch them in a cross fire. Go, go!” The team quickly scattered, no longer trying to conceal their locations. They quickly broke into pairs and took cover. They started firing at the oncoming group of Jackals and Brutes, trying to hit them but mainly just trying to get their attention. The Jackals lowered their shields and screamed high pitch shrieks, as their Plasma Pistols sent waves of charged plasma at the team. Plasma grenades darted the air and several marines quickly relocated.

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Eric spotted two Jackals attempting to break into his lines. He quickly pulled the trigger on his battle riffle twice, and both of the bird like creatures dropped to the ground as exit wounds parted their heads. His team was doing well, but they weren’t going to be able to hold off the whole group. Eric took shots at more Brutes and Jackals with deadly precision as he hoped Wesley and his team would break through.

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Private Wesley Williams and his fire team of 9 marines quickly, but quietly, worked through the rubble of the crumbled building. The group could hear Eric’s team firing in the distance and knew that they didn’t have much time. Wesley tossed up his fist and the team froze in their spots. He looked ahead and saw a large gap between the building, and even in the dark he knew his team would be exposed. He stepped forward and saw several Brutes lobbing grenades toward the other team, almost forty yards away. They needed to move further up the street and get behind the enemy formation, and they had to hurry because Covenant reinforcements were most likely on the way.

Wesley stepped up to a nearby window that overlooked the battle on the street. He then tripped the safety on his sniper rifle and took aim at the Brute closest to his position. His team would have to cross the clearing in order to make it the adjacent building, and if the Brute saw them then their position would be in jeopardy. He’d have to risk shooting the Brute if it saw his team, and while his SRS99C sniper rifle was relatively quite, the Jackals had sensitive ears and would easily hear the discharge. He took aim at the Brute’s head, but kept both eyes open so he could see if any of the other alien creatures would spot his team.

“Rose, take them over.” Wesley whispered. “Go one at a time.” Rose looked at Wesley as if he lost his mind and nearly yelled no, but refrained from talking. “Move it. We don’t have time!” Wesley urged. Rose stepped through the debris and looked to see if the coast was clear. The Brute turned his head and looked away. Rose sprinted as fast and as quietly as she could, and hopped through a hole in the wall of the neighboring building. She landed inside and looked back to see if she was clear. The Brute hadn’t noticed her and she stepped deeper into the room. Another marine jumped in behind her, and startled her. Rose nearly screamed but swallowed the air that had formed in her lungs.

“Is the room clear?” The marine asked. Rose paused, not knowing how to answer. She simply shook her head in an approval. “Good, move ahead to the next room and check it out, I’ll be right behind, babe.” The marine stated. He had a heavy Australian accent and Rose quickly peered at his name badge; Marks.

Marks was a clean cut man, tall, and young. Rose could tell that he was barely in his twenties. She walked away from Marks as he peered out the hole and waited for other marines to pile in. Rose opened a nearby door, and peeped inside. The room was empty so she pushed it open and stepped through. She looked around, but ducked down and avoided the windows. Her instincts were screaming at her to find a corner and hide, but the adrenaline pumping in her body was hoping something would happen. She crossed the span of the room and spotted another door. She slowly pushed it open and her eyes came face to face with two deep pink and white eyes.

The jackal scout was frozen in shock and Rose didn’t know how the alien creature would react. Rose’s first instinct was that she was looking at some strange bird, but the creature was wearing clothes and bore technology unlike anything she had seen. It was close, too close, and if she wanted to she could have kissed it. Her heart raced and mind filled with possible ways out of this situation, but she knew that stealth was the key to getting beyond this point.

Rose blinked and the creature reared its head back. It opened its mouth as it raised a plasma rifle. Rose knew that it was going to yell, and she had to stop it. Before the creature could exhale, Rose had grabbed its snout and slapped the gun from its hand. The Jackal wasn’t very strong, but it was stronger then she thought the thin creature would be. The jackal grabbed Rose by the arms and tried to free itself. It stood up fully and Rose realized that the oddly shaped creature was a few inches taller then she was. She dropped her rifle and quickly unbuckled her combat knife. The jackal grabbed her head and Rose’s helmet fell off. She struggled to hold the creature’s beak shut as it pulled and tugged her all over the room. The knife finally came free and she swung the blade blindly. The knife struck the Jackal’s throat and purple blood squirted on her side.

The Jackal stumbled backwards but still held onto Rose. She then charged the beast and ran her blade into the base of its jaw. The jackal’s eyes rolled backwards as the blade penetrated through to its brain. The creature’s lifeless body began to fall backwards and pulled Rose on top of itself. The body hit the ground and released Rose from its grip. She heard the soft gargle of air bubbles from the slash across its throat, and she let go of the creature’s beak; leaving the knife deeply penetrated in its neck. She pushed away from the Jackal and slid into a corner and stared at it for several seconds before Marks walked into the room.

Marks walked up to the Jackal and kicked it while chuckling, “Stupid Jackal. You got him good, babe. It must have been a scout.” He turned and looked at Rose as she sat frozen in the corner; her eyes focused on the lifeless corpse in front of her. “Hey babe, you killed it. Don’t sweat the knife work, it’s a bloody way to kill’em, but affective.” Marks reached down and yanked the blade from the Jackal’s throat, and the creature’s leg twitched. Rose sprang up from the corner and took the knife out of Marks’ hand, and with one continuous movement she jammed the blade into the jackal’s head. Two more marines had walked in and saw the display. They were impressed with Rose’s speed. “It’s dead, babe.” Marks commented, but Rose didn’t care.

Rose’s eyes were fixed on the Jackal’s face. She couldn’t turn away. She had killed the invader with her own bare hands, and instead of being horrified she felt a since of joy. She was exasperated that the creature had invaded her home, and killed many of her kind. Rose smirked at the blood that dripped from the dead Jackal’s head. The creature’s life was in her hands, and she took it; killing the creature was an almost pleasurable feeling.

Wesley and the rest of the fire team walked into the room as Rose hovered over the lifeless corpse. She twisted the blade in the Jackal’s skull and then forcefully ripped it out. She wiped the purple blood drenched blade on her pant leg, and jammed her combat knife into its sheath.

“Move people.” Wesley softly muttered to the team as he walked into the room. Time was still crucial, but he was wondering what had happened. The team had gathered around Rose and she was hovering over a dead jackal. Marks took point and lead the fire team through the rest of the building as Rose picked up her battle rifle and helmet. “What happened?” Wesley questioned to Rose.

Rose adjusted the strap on her helmet and replied; “I got my first kill.” Wesley saw the wicked gleam in her eyes. All of Rose’s fears were gone, and he could see that she was now anxious. Very few marines actually stared into the eyes of the enemies after they had made the kill. Rose had peered into her victim’s eyes as it died, and it left her with a sense of gratification. Death is not the type of thing someone should enjoy seeing, no matter how angry they are. Wesley didn’t like the look in Rose’s eyes, but he ignored it, for now. Wesley and his fire team pushed on and eventually reached their destination, which was the rear of the Brute formation.

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Eric stepped up and put a round into a Brute’s thick hide. The beast seemed unaffected by the shots and pointed his Brute shot at Eric’s position. Two massive blasts exploded just beyond the smoldering car that Eric was hiding behind, and the explosion tossed him back. His team rallied to his aid and buried the Brute under constant fire. Eric sprang to his feet and ignored the ringing in his ears. The Brutes were pushing hard, and the Jackals were putting up an impressive defense. Eric’s team was at a stand still, but that was all they wanted to do. They were buying time and it had paid off.

Explosions began to scatter throughout the Brute’s formation, and their line was broken. Jackals began screaming and running in all directions. The Brutes began to turn on each other, thinking that their own team was shooting at them, and by the time they realized what was happening their numbers were cut in half. Brutes fell lifeless to the ground as Wesley’s quick eye sliced his sniper rounds through their heads with pinpoint precision. Eric spotted the signal, a red light flashing at the rear of the Brutes formation. He pulled out his light stick and replied to the signal. His com would have been much easier to use, but orders were orders. During firefights the com channels were to remain closed until the area was secured. This was because the covenant was notorious for sniffing UNSC radio bands.

“Move in, leathernecks!” Eric shouted. The Brutes were pinned down and surrounded. Wesley and his sniper rifle put down any Brutes with heavy weapons, and his team charged the rear of the Brute’s lines. Jackals tried to take cover behind their shields, but found it nearly impossible as gunfire came from front and behind.

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Eric led his fire team and he quickly readjusted his aim. With three quick bursts from his rifle he split the heads of two Brutes and a Jackal. The Brutes were hard to take down, but head shots made them as weak as Grunts. Eric took cover and reloaded his rifle as the rest of his team pushed on. He then turned and continued his charge and spotted the second fire team coming from the opposite side of the Brute’s formation. Oddly enough, Rose was leading the charge.

Rose fired her battle rifle as best she could, and while her aim was not the best, she made up for it with aggression and repetitive shots. She emptied a clip into a Brute and it crumbled under its own weight. Another Brute began to pound the ground in frustration and charged at Rose.

The Brute was barreling toward her with a mad rage, but Rose never took her eyes off of the massive beast. She popped the empty clip from the riffle and let it freefall to the ground. She reached around to her ammo pouch and pulled out another magazine. She smoothly jammed the fresh clip into the rifle and ripped down the hammer. Other marines were firing into the beast’s hide, but the enraged Brute ignored the burning in its flesh and growled with determination to kill the human that was in its sights.

Wesley spotted the Beast as it ran toward Rose, but his sniper rifle was empty. He struggled to get another clip out and angrily cursed under his breath that he let Rose run out into combat.

Eric ran through the enemy line as he watched Rose reload her rifle. He kicked a nearby jackal and ran passed it. The other marines were supplying Rose with cover fire but the Brute simply ignored the shots. Eric ran as hard and as fast as he could. He pulled up his rifle and took aim, but he could only get a clear shot at the Brutes back, which would only piss off the beast more. Eric knew that only a head shot would drop the enraged beast, and even though every marine in Wesley’s team was shooting at it, it would take several rounds to kill it. He cursed to himself that he didn’t warn his squad about how to bring down Brutes.

Rose released the hammer and the rifle’s ammo counter sprang to life. 36 displayed on the screen and Rose raised the gun. Taking aim at the massive ball of fur and muscle that was about to steam roll her into the pavement. Rose roughly calculated the beast’s weight and speed. It was coming at her fast and it would surely kill her if it hit her. The Beast lunged out and Rose rolled to her side. The Brute missed Rose completely and couldn’t stop its forward momentum. Rose raised her gun and fired several rounds into the creature’s side, but it continued to turn and ran back at her. It was fast but too heavy to make sharp turns. Rose took aim again but a sudden snap rang past her ears and the Brute fell to the ground lifeless. Rose turned and saw Eric lower his gun slightly, but he quickly turned around and rejoined the fight.

“Nice shot, Serge!” Marks shouted as he ran to Eric’s side. The two teams converged on the remaining Brutes and Jackals and made short work of them. Rose spotted two Jackals trying to flee the scene and cautiously took aim. She zoomed in on the scope and took aim at the Jackal’s heads; killing them from a distance. She didn’t waste ammo that time, and realized that her aim would have to improve if she was going to live through the war. Wesley came down from his snipping position and jogged to her side.

“You ok?” Wesley asked softly.

“Just a little pissed.” Rose replied. “I’ve never shot a gun before, and I thought it would be easier. I really need to work on my aim.” Rose dipped the riffle barrel onto her shoulder and walked toward Eric and the rest of Red Squad. Wesley was taken back by her words. He expected her to be fearful, because she should have realized that she almost died. One swipe from that Brute’s massive arms would have been enough to kill her, but she seemed unaffected by it. Wesley straddled his sniper rifle over his shoulder and followed Rose toward the squad.

“Hey Serge, the area is secure.” Wesley shouted. “And I got six kills; all Brutes!” Wesley laughed.

“You want a prize?” Eric replied sarcastically. “Fan out the squad and clean up any stragglers. Belinski, get your a$s over here with that scrambler.” Eric shouted. A young white man with red hair trotted to Eric’s side. He shouldered his radio and pressed a series of key strokes.

Wesley stepped up to the rest of the squad and stated, “Fan out by two’s and cover a one block radius from the LZ. Sound off if you hear anything.” The marines paired off and headed into all directions. Rose stuck with Wesley and they walked directly up the road where they had started their attack on the Brute’s rear flank. They stepped over the fallen bodies of brutes and jackals in silence, and kept a sharp lookout for covenant reinforcements. It was dark in the shadows of the buildings and Wesley peered into the depths of them. He and his team had just left that dark alley so he wasn’t too concerned with it. Wesley wanted the sun to come up and began to feel a little worried about the darkness. Rose remained silent and thumbed the safety of her rifle on and off.

“All signals scramble, serge.” Belinski stated. “You can transmit now.” Eric placed his hand on his helmet and tapped a small, nearly invisible, button.

“This is Red Squad to platoon, all’s clear.” Eric stated into his com. “The LZ is an open skirt, fall in anytime.” There was no reply, but suddenly eight pelicans appeared in the sky. The dark exteriors of the pelicans meshed with the nighttime sky. They turned on their exterior lights, making themselves visible as they descended onto the landing zone. The first pelican landed and several marines sprinted from the ramp. Lieutenant Jason then stepped out and saluted Eric. The other pelicans landed and begin dropping their heavy cargo of tanks and warthogs, before they too descended to the ground.

“Damn good job.” Jason shouted. “Any casualties?”

“About three wounded with minor plasma burns in my fire team.” Eric stated. “Not sure about Wesley’s team. Nobody seemed severally injured, so we can patch them up after the area is secure. The squad held up pretty fine considering this was their first real battle.”

“What about the woman?” Jason questioned. “She’s never really trained for this.”

“Rose?” Eric pondered. “No need to worry about her. She had a close call back there, but she’s tough. She can hold her own.” Eric stated. He looked over the area and spotted Wesley and Rose surveying the dark alleys. He could barely see them through the dimly lit street of the city, but he could recognize Rose’s hips a mile away. She was walking casually, which Eric thought was odd considering the battle that just happened. Her loose sway meant that she was relaxed, and no longer scared.

“Call in your privates and chief warrants, Eric.” Jason quickly stated. “I got some news, for your squad.” Eric looked at Jason with a crooked gleam, because he knew what was coming next. Most likely, Jason had already received news from the higher ups, and it was probably a new mission.

Eric tapped his helmet com twice and stated, “Wesley, Rose, Peters, and Hicks, fall back to the LZ for debriefing, double time. Red squad, maintain perimeter check.” Eric tapped the com again and it went dead. Eric spotted Rose and Wesley as they approached, and he noticed that Rose had a purple blood stains on her armor. She had a really close call, but luckily came out of it alive.

“You’ll never get that stain out.” Eric commented to Rose. “Any injuries?”

“Only my pride, sir.” Rose stated with a smile. Rose was glad to hear Eric say something nice, instead of hearing him bark orders the way he had been for the past 14 hours. She wanted him to be proud of her, but the fact that he saved her from the brute began to nag at her. She didn’t want to slow him down, and she didn’t want Eric to get injured because he was trying to save her. She didn’t want to be weak.

The more Rose thought about being the weak link in the squad, the heavier her expression became. She slowly started to sulk. Eric noticed the change in expression, but for now he had to ignore it. Sergeant Justin Rodgers of Blue squad ran up to the group and nodded to Jason.

“Now that we’re all here.” Jason added. Jason was looking nervous, and Eric could see that he was bothered about something. “We’ll need to clear this area for at least three more blocks. The UNSC wants to use this area as a stronghold to take back this covenant beachhead. We’ve got a division in route, so it’s going to get crowded here. But you’ll be glad to know that we already have our next assignment.” Jason nervously scratched the back of his head.

“Don’t hold out on me now, Jason.” Eric smirked. “Just say it.” Jason pointed toward the center of the city and then up into the sky. His finger stopped on the smooth lines of the covenant cruiser.

“The UNSC wants that ship.” Jason sighed. “Our Platoon has been ordered to breach it, and seize command. But, we’re getting assistance from the UNSC brass. Apparently, they think we need help.”

“Well that’s just great.” Eric laughed. He knew that going against a covenant cruiser, and its full compliment, was a suicide mission. “Are they going to pull a Spartan out of their hat?”

“Yup.” Jason grinned. Eric could only raise his eyebrow in disbelief.


To be continued…


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great chapter keep up the good work.

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both your fanfics are awsome

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That was great! Some real action!
I didn't think Rose was going to be so ... happy about killing, I thought she was going to sulk in a corner. Nice twist. Also why does everbody think Rose is weak she held her own against the Jackal. Even the pilot mentioned her. It seams to me this chapter was showing how Rose is becoming a great solider. Which is great itself

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After reading your first fanfic, i was awestruck. it was simply magnificent. after returning to these boards from exams, i was overcome with joy in finding out you had written a 2nd fanfic, and it has lived up to all the expectations i had of it.

A top read, and i hope u write a longer story this time :)

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Posted by: JcHeat
Nice chapter i wonder who the spartan is probably Master cheif but who knows!

I aslo wonder who the spatan might be. It couldn't be the MC though, because he left with the explosion, (slip space jump), that took place in New Mombasa.

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That was great! Some real action!
I didn't think Rose was going to be so ... happy about killing, I thought she was going to sulk in a corner. Nice twist. Also why does everbody think Rose is weak she held her own against the Jackal. Even the pilot mentioned her. It seams to me this chapter was showing how Rose is becoming a great solider. Which is great itself

Everyone expected her to be the weakest because, of all the Marines there, she was the only one who had not received any type of training for battle. And remember the pilot, (I think you mean Jason, the lieutenant), didn't see Rose kill the jackel.

Soulguard - You just keep churning them out. The characters are really taking on a life of their own. The strugle to protect Rose by Eric and Wesley would seem to be setting up some type of confrontation or resolution. I'm interested to see which. - LE

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keep on truckin and we will read.

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Another nice chapter!! Your character development is nice and complex...real. Keep up the good work.

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Your right Limited Edtion. I didn't think about it that way.

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Ahh, so the guessing game begins. Who is this spartan? lol

And right it's not the Chief.

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cool im guessing fred no no linda no no wait will well im guessing which ever one it turns out to be

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your gonna put some S-III's.

No its gonna be fred, linda, will or sarah.

Now i figured it out, it is going to be Mister chief.

tadaa i've solved it.

  • 05.11.2005 11:42 AM PDT
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Does it realy matter a Sparten is a Sparten whoever they are.
Keep Guessing.

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Here's a hint:

Tall, wears armor Mark VI, can shoot really well... and .. ummm... survived the fall of reach.

lol. Couldn't resist.

Stage 5 Update
On a better note, I told you all that Stage 5 was nearly complete... I finished it today. WOW, 2 chapters in one week!! My problem is I can't stop writing when I start writing... I usually stop when I run out of energy or pass out at my comp. Anyho... tomorrow might be a huge day for reading.. Mr_Clark is releasing chapter 17 and I'm releasing stage 5!! Yup... Stage 5 will be released tomorrow. Look for PM's sometime around 9AM bungie time.

And I don't like to pat myself on the back, but you will be very VERY pleased with the next 3 stages. Simply put, a lot of cool stuff is gonna be happening to our Heroes in Red Squad.

Also, MC Spartan 219 is working on a side story to my little fanfic. *sob* I'm so honored!! His story will be up soon.

  • 05.11.2005 1:22 PM PDT
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Great work. Keep it up.

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Very nice, great new chapter or stage as you call it.

You're posting the next stage tomorrow already?! Wow that's soon, looking forward to it.

thanks for the PM btw

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cool and loved ur hint there that only fits the profile of every male spartan

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Stage 5: Did somebody order a 7 foot tank with legs?

Northern Suez Canal;
UNSC controlled grounds
06:00 October 21, 2552
Port Said, Egypt


The pelican slowly descended to the ground as the sun quietly rose into the eastern horizon. The engines cut and the sole passenger exited the rear. The Spartan had caught a ride with a cargo shipment that was inbound to the area. His deep green MJOLNIR Mark VI armor was covered with black scars and burns; a clear sign of the battles he had experienced. He exited the landing area and walked toward the heart of the camp.

Activity within the camp was heavy, as marines and orbital drop shock troopers (ODST) formed small teams to infiltrate the city and gain back as much land as possible. There was no indication of covenant forces within the area of the camp, but the smooth silver hull of the Covenant cruiser loomed in the distance. The Spartan spotted several senior officers sipping coffee near a tent and decided that he’d begin his search with them.

The four officers spotted the massive man walking toward them. His battle scars and battle armor gave a horrifying, yet relaxed mood within the officers. They were somewhat grateful to see the Spartan, knowing full well of their abilities in combat. The four officers saluted the Spartan and he quickly snapped one back.

“I’m looking for Red squad, within Platoon 34.” The Spartan stated to the group of men. The men simply pointed toward a building in the center of the camp. The structure was still intact and was being used as the R and R barracks for the camp. The Spartan nodded and walked toward the building.

He opened the door and entered. He was shocked to see two marines asleep on a couch, and a third about to fall asleep. He walked to the partially conscious soldier and tapped him on the shoulder. The marine looked up and took a double take. He quickly exploded from his seat and saluted the Spartan. He then threw a cup of water at the two men on the couch. They both jumped up in shock and then noticed the Spartan; saluting quickly.

“Sorry, sir.” The marine at the desk stated. “We haven’t had much down time since the covenant attack.”

“No problem.” The Spartan replied. “I’m looking for Red squad, within Platoon 34.”

“Yes, sir.” The marine returned. “Third floor sir, but they’re probably still asleep. They took this area this morning after a 12 hour fly from Mombasa. The Colonel gave them the night to sleep.” The Spartan didn’t reply. He walked toward the stair well and ventured to the third floor. The three marines exhaled and sighed. “Damn he was huge.” The marine gasped.

The Spartan opened the door and walked into the room. Oddly enough, only one person was awake. A dark haired woman sat on the window sill and twirled a knife in her hand. She was clearly on edge and the Spartan noted that she looked much older then the rest of the young soldiers in the room. The woman spotted him and quickly walked his way.

Rose was in awe of seeing the Mark VI armor standing in front of her. She did loops around the Spartan and ignored his attempt to salute. She grabbed his arm and looked over the wrist units.

“Wow, looks like you did some field repairs on this.” Rose stated firmly. “When you have a second, I’d like to check it out.” Rose was exuberant about seeing what combat had done to her units, but then noticed that he hadn’t received the updated versions yet. “You should’ve been issued replacements for this unit. But I guess you haven’t had time.”

“Attention, soldier!” The Spartan snapped. Rose jumped back and froze. The man’s massive voice echoed into the room and woke the rest of the squad. Rose finally realized that the man was massive. He stood nearly seven feet tall and his waist was wider then she was. He was a mountain compared to her. “I can understand your excitement, but show the proper protocol win speaking to an officer.”

“Sorry, uhh, sir!” Rose stuttered. “I’m a new recruit.”

“No matter.” The Spartan returned. “Where’s your CO?”

Wesley cut in quickly saying, “He’s over here, chief.” He pulled Rose to the side. Wesley saluted the Spartan and walked to the back of the room. Rose quietly followed while the rest of red squad watched in quiet awe.

“Sergeant, there’s a tank here to see you.” Wesley chuckled. The Spartan walked around the corner and spotted Eric sitting at a table looking over a map of the city. The Spartan noted that the man looked as though he hadn’t slept in a while, not good considering the mission they were about to tackle. Spartans were trained to go days, even a week without sleep if necessary, but most marines would crack under roughly 72 hours of action and sleep deprivation.

Eric stood and snapped a loose salute to the Spartan, the Spartan returned the gesture.

“Sergeant Eric Raynord, Red squad.” Eric stated.

“Chief Petty officer Spartan 043, assuming command.” The Spartan quickly stated.

“Sure.” Eric stated with a chuckle. “When do we go, chief?”

“First things first, how bout you get your men in here and tell them your plan.” The Spartan added. Eric looked confused for a moment and waited for an explanation. He thought that the Spartan would start barking orders, not letting him give the mission details. “You know this terrain better then I, sergeant.”

“I see.” Eric curiously stated. “You sure about this, chief? I was told that this was your mission.” The Spartan cringed at being called ‘chief’, but ignored it.

“You’ve been up for quite some time looking over that map.” The Spartan stated. “And you’re an ONI officer, or at least you were.”

“How the hell…” Eric began to question.

“ONI officers get soft after a year or two of office work.” The Spartan stated. “Your solute was loose, not crisp like marines. You most likely have a sharp mind if ONI pulled you in, so I can assume you already have a clear plan on getting in and taking that ship.” Will felt a little awkward about talking so much to the marines, but knew he had to get the ball rolling.

Spartan-043, or Will, was one of the three surviving Spartans from Reach. He was quickly put back into active duty after returning to Earth, but when the high Prophet of Regret attacked, they were quickly stationed around Earth in critical areas. Will didn’t like that the UNSC was keeping secrets, but the locations that they were sent to ‘guard’ were considered Black-Ops confidential. ONI new something about the attacks, and Will didn’t like it, but he had his orders.

The covenant had been doing a lot of weird things lately and this was one of them. Why send an attack force to land on the home world of your enemy, fully knowing that they have you outnumbered? Will had been pondering the question for hours and still couldn’t figure it out. The covenant’s battle tactics had once again changed, but he had a hunch that the ONI officials knew what was going on. The UNSC brass had sent Linda and Fred to remote locations across the Earth as well, but these locations weren’t military facilities. Nothing about this seemed right. He was the closest Spartan in the area of Port Said, and the UNSC gave him quick instructions to meet up with the squad, take the ship, and report back to his guard station south of Iran.

Eric stared in disbelief that the Spartan picked up on such minute details. Will was fortunate enough to pick up some intelligence by watching several ONI officers at HighCom when he and the other Spartans made it to Earth. Since then, he took notice of the differences in stance and attitude amongst the Marines and ONI officers. It was a trick that the Master Chief had taught them long ago; to watch and learn the differences between all officers. From Marine to ODST, and from ONI to UNSC top brass; learn from their actions, the Master Chief had told them, that way you will know how to position them in combat. Will was aware that ONI officers were great at planning, calculating and gathering recon on the field. He knew that the sergeant was perfect for putting the mission together. Will noticed that Eric was waving the marines closer to his table, so he shut off his thoughts and focused in on Eric’s discussion.

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“The city has one primary spine; the canal.” Eric stated to the group. “From what I gather, most marine advances during the initial assault were along the roads and highways. I radioed out earlier and got a recon from the satellite thanks to HighCom. As I expected, the canal is clear and runs beneath the aft end of the covenant cruiser. Only problem is that the current is running the opposite way we need to go. Any form of watercraft would be instantly spotted. But that canal is the only way to get close. All forces that have made any type of advance toward that ship by land have been neutralized.”

The marines sat quietly, pondering how they were going to do what the entire local brigade failed to do.

“Also, there have been no signs of Elite or Hunters.” Eric added. “HighCom released info this morning that only Brutes, Drones and Jackals seem to be amongst the ground forces.”

“What’s that all about?” Wesley questioned aloud. “I thought the Elites thrived in battle, why would they miss this?” Everyone agreed.

“No clue, Private.” Eric answered. “But no matter, that makes things easier. With the Elites out of the picture we only need to worry about those damned Brutes. Their big and ugly, but not nearly as smart on the battlefield as the Elites. I don’t know why the prophets would pull the Elites off the battlefield in exchange for those stupid apes.” Eric shook his head but then realized he was getting off topic. “The canal is eighty feet deep in this section. We need to find a way to use this.”

“Perhaps you’re on to something, sergeant.” Will stated; his voice sounding off through his external microphone. The Spartan walked to the table and looked the map over. “Perhaps we don’t have to use the water way itself. This road that is running along the canal bank, does it have a sewer system?” Eric pressed a button on his data pad and a menu came up. He entered a key sequence and the map shifted to a blue print of the city sewer system.

“Says here the Environment Act of 2112, forced Port Said to install a separate drainage system runoff from the city.” Eric added. “The tunnel itself is pretty old, probably hasn’t been maintained in a few hundred years. But the map layout is recent. It was last updated in 2530. I don’t see any brakes in the tunnel, or cave ins. Look’s like you’re on to something Chief.”

“Please, call me Will or CPO.” Will stated. He didn’t want to be referenced in the same likeness of the Master Chief; he didn’t feel worthy of it.

“Will?” Eric questioned with a soft chuckle. “I guess you are human under all that metal.”

“How big is that drain?” Will returned.

“Only 5 feet in diameter, so it’ll be a tight walk.” Eric replied. “This should go smoothly and we won’t have to change my original plan. Second Platoon will run a diversion storming up the center street. Will be in the rear of their advance and break off once we’re within a mile of that ship.” Eric zoomed in a section of the city were the squad would break off from the assault. “This drain here will be our entry. It’ll be a one mile hike, and once we reach that cruiser we won’t be able to communicate. We’ll have to order an air strike before we hit the drain. That means we need to give ourselves a seven minute countdown from the moment we hit the tunnel to the moment we reach that cruiser.”

“I assume the air strike will be our cover to sneak into the ship?” Will questioned.

“Yeah, they’ll hit the exterior of the cruiser forcing all eyes up, while we sneak into the grav-lift.” Eric replied. “Once inside, we’re on our own, so our first priority is to shut down the covenant’s ship wide com system, then their docking security. Once the docking security is down we can call for platoon drops inside the ship. From their, we run the show and take full control of the vessel.”

“ONI gave me a little toy to take care of the ship systems.” Will stated. “Once inside, all I need is a computer terminal.”

Wesley quickly chimed in, “So the first half of the mission is stealth, a one mile run in the dark, and then jumping into the belly of that beast. This is going to get messy.”

“I hope you’ve all become socially connected to your gear.” Eric added. “You’ll have to carry a full pack for this.” Eric looked at Rose and noticed she was thinking heavily on the idea. Rose was physically fit, and in great shape for someone that didn’t need to be. She would workout often and ran whenever she could, but she had never run with fifty pounds of gear on her back. Of everything Rose would need to experience in combat, a full gear run would be the toughest. Her stamina would have to be controlled during the run so that she would have energy for the battle ahead. It was a hard task for someone not trained for it, but Rose had surpassed all his expectations so far.

“Is that it, serge?” Wesley questioned. Eric looked at Will, realizing that he had been looking at Rose for quite some time, and nodded. “Ok people, bag and prep. We roll in…” Wesley looked at Eric and waited for a reply.

“One hour.” Eric noted. “I’ll contact the fly boys to get an air strike ready.” The marines began to file out of the small corner room and Will was not far behind. But Eric quickly called out, “Rose, I need to speak with you a moment.”

Wesley paused as the rest of the Red Squad passed him by. Once the Spartan had passed he walked back into the room with Eric and Rose. Eric gave him a quick look and Wesley realized that he wanted privacy. He walked away and began to pack his gear.

“Are you alright?” Eric questioned. Rose lowered her head and didn’t reply. “The first time is tough on anyone, but you seem to be handling it rather well, but I know how you like to hide things. This is the only chance I can give you to open up. The next few hours will be hellish.” Rose looked up with a stern face and gazed at Eric.

“I’m not going to let you down, sir.” Rose stated calmly. “I won’t slow down the squad, if I do, then leave me behind.”

Eric chuckled, “I’ve known you far too long for you to try and pull this brave act. You’re scared, but you don’t want to admit it. We’re all scared Rose, but that’s not what I want to know.”

“Then what, sir?” Rose questioned.

“Cut the ‘sir’ crap.” Eric replied. “Something happened when you broke off with Wesley’s team last night. What happened?”

“I killed a jackal.” Rose replied. She took a deep breath and exhaled as she recalled what happened. “I thought killing would be hard, but I didn’t hesitate. If I had fought while we were in the lab, then maybe… maybe things would have turned out differently. I didn’t even try back then, and now we’re being given the hardest assignments on the front line. It’s my fault we’re here. Our chances of surviving this war are nearly zero, but I’m going to give it my all. I’m not scared of them, Eric. I’ll fight. Just tell me what to do.”

Rose had walked across the room while she talked, and Eric hadn’t noticed how close she was until he was actually looking down at the top of her head. She was practically standing beneath him. His 6 foot frame shadowed her tiny 5 foot 5 body. Eric placed his hand on her shoulder and gingerly pushed her back a few inches. He held her at arms length and looked down at her, as she softly looked back at him.

“Still trying to be the best at everything you do, aren’t you?” Eric questioned. “This isn’t college, and this isn’t a carrier goal. You aren’t trying to climb the corporate ladder. This is war, and you’re doing fine.” Eric looked up and noticed that Wesley was standing in the door. His somewhat peaceful moment was quickly snapped back into reality.

“Sir, it’s time to debrief the rest Second Platoon.” Wesley stated with a heavy expression. The sight of seeing Rose and Eric so close together, was somewhat unsettling to him. “The LT is waiting for info and we need to order that air strike.”

Eric sighed as he looked back at Rose. She was staring at him, waiting for him to say more, but he couldn’t. His duty was calling and people’s lives were depending on him.

“Rose, pack your gear.” Eric stated sharply, his tone changing back to that of a squad sergeant. “Wesley, give her a hand, but make the pack as light as you feasibly can.”

“Eric.” Rose stated. “Promise me that if I fall behind, you won’t do what you did last night.” Rose looked up at Eric and wouldn’t leave until she heard a reply. “Don’t try to save me anymore.”

“I’ll protect my squad, Rose. That includes you.” Eric returned.

“This isn’t the work force, Rose.” Wesley jumped in. “If you’re in trouble, you could die. As a squad we cover each other…”

“I don’t want anyone to die because of me.” Rose strongly stated. “Eric, promise me!”

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“Chief Warrant Officer Roselyn Santos, pack your gear and prep for the mission.” Eric stated strongly. This was no longer Rose’s domain. She was no longer his boss in the ONI lab. This was a battlefield, and as much as Eric wanted to ease her concerns, he was not about to tell her that he wouldn’t die for her. “Dismissed, soldier.”

“No, SIR!” Rose returned. She snapped. She shouted. She didn’t like the tone she took with Eric but she didn’t want him to die for her, not after all he had done for her and all the pain she had put him through. “I asked you not to join the military to fight in this war, I asked you not to go into space, but you did it anyway. I’m not worth it, Eric! Don’t…”

“Private, escort Rose out of my sight, now!” Eric stated, cutting across Rose’s words. By now the whole squad could hear the roar coming from the two of them.

“Sir!” Wesley replied. He grabbed Rose by the shoulder and pulled her forcefully from the room. He dragged her into the front and sat her down. She was upset, severely upset. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing.” Rose replied. She didn’t want to tell Wesley that her old feelings for Eric were coming back to the surface; the good and bad ones. She had met Eric during their freshman year in college, but he dropped out to join the war. She hated that he did that, and when he was shipped off to fight on the colonies, she thought she would never see him again. Eric had told her that he was fighting for her, that he wanted to protect her. She didn’t want to remember those days. She didn’t want to remember their freshman year, their only year together. She pushed the thoughts as deeply into her mind as she could. She focused on her pack and began rummaging through it. “What do I need to do, Wesley? And don’t lighten it, I can hold my own.”

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Northern Suez Canal;
West canal bank at Covenant Beachhead
07:15 October 21, 2552
Port Said, Egypt


Second Platoon thundered down the road. Four Scorpion Tanks, eight Warthogs, and two Pelicans gave a clear signal to the covenant forces that a major battle was headed their way. The platoon scattered and spread throughout the area. One tank with two warthogs, as the marines rallied toward the enemy. Brutes and jackals returned fire into the platoon’s divided lines. This was a serious offensive and second platoon new that they couldn’t back down. Banche’s arched and dived across the sky as the marines of second platoon ran head first into the southern defense of the covenant beachhead. The mortar fire of wraith tanks sent debris in all directions. Scorpion tanks pounded the neighboring buildings which were filled with sniping jackals and nested drones.

To the rear of the lines, Red Squad split off from the initial assault and sprinted to nearby storm drain which was settled next to the Suez Canal waterway. Will, the nearly seven foot tall Spartan, sprinted ahead and yanked the drain cover off with one hand. He tossed the heavy metal grate to the side with little effort and jumped into the hole. He peered into the dark drainage system and his helmet automatically compensated to the darkness.

“All’s clear, sergeant.” Will stated to Eric. “I’ll push ahead, you have the squad.”

“We’re right behind you.” Eric replied. The Spartan leaned over and began a hunched sprint down the tunnel. His helmet display flashed a NAV marker and counted down the distance to the exit drain. The rest of Red Squad filed into the drain, but couldn’t keep up with the Spartan’s speed; even hunched over he was twice as fast as anyone in the squad.

Will went ahead to make sure that the coast was clear, and his night vision would warn him of any traps or scouts in the tunnel. Wesley was the first Marine to fallow while Rose and Marks pulled up the middle. Belinski and Chief Warrant officer Malenie Peters held up the rear with Eric. They surveyed the area to make sure that they weren’t spotted and each jumped into the tunnel. Belinski, the communications warrant, nodded his head to Eric; giving him the clear to transmit.

“This is Red Squad.” Eric replied. “The rats are in the maze. Give us seven minutes to exit.” There was no reply but that was to be expected. Belinski pocketed the scrambler and hunched over into a sprint, followed by Roberts and Eric.

The tunnel was pitch-black and was dotted with occasional lights from the grates overhead, but they were few and far between. It was saturated with humidity and trash littered every step that the marines took. Small puddles of water splashed with constant footsteps as Red Squad pushed along the path.

Wesley paced himself; 7 minutes to clear a mile. He could run a mile in 5 minutes, but hunched over and carrying a full pack was going to be tough.

Eric wanted more time for the squad to clear the distance, but he had to consider that second Platoon was going to be engaged with the enemy the full time. If second platoon had to retreat then the mission would have to be scrubbed. Seven minutes was his worst time ever running a mile and he was nearly fifteen years older then any of the kids in the squad. If he could do it in 7 minutes, then anyone in his squad could do it, but he had his doubts about Rose.

Nearly 3 minutes into the dark run and rose was already beginning to feel the weight on her back. Her legs were getting tight and her stomach muscles were burning from the awkward position she was in. She began to slow down as she thought about the weight on her back, but she drowned out the thought and focused on the marine in front of her. She focused on her breathing, and lifting her knees. But most importantly she had to keep breathing.

Wesley looked ahead and realized that he could no longer see the Spartan at all. But he knew that several minutes had passed and eventually they would be at the end. He was getting tired and the pack on his back kept scraping the roof of the tunnel. He stepped on a rat and nearly lost his balance, but caught himself before tumbling to the ground. He looked up and saw the Spartan looking back at him. Finally they had reached the end. He doubled his pace and took a knee beside the Spartan. His lungs burned and his back muscles were horribly tight, he wanted to lye down and let his back relax but there was no time. He removed his Oracle scope from his rifle and peeped through the grate.

“The squad is coming.” Will stated as he peered back down the tunnel with his enhanced vision. “I had my doubts with some of them.” Wesley knelt back down and waved the soldiers to him. One by one they staggered to his position, but some were faring better then others. He spotted Rose as she nearly collapsed when she stopped. She was struggling to breath and her legs were shacking. Soon the marines began counting from the rear, starting with Eric.

Rose was barely able to say, “11” without coughing.

Wesley then softly ended the count with, “20”and verified that the whole squad had arrived.

“21.” Will chimed in softly. “With forty seconds to spare. Get your wind while you can everyone. The area is swarming with rear guards. We’re one hundred yards from the grav-lift.”

“I’ve got shades on every corner, but unmanned.” Wesley added as he looked through his scope again, the covenant had deployed stationary plasma turret guns around the gravity lift. The odd shaped chair had three plasma turrets and was dubbed ‘shades’ by mostly all branches of the UNSC. “A dozen unmanned ghosts, and at least 3 spectres, also unmanned.”

“This position is heavily fortified.” Will added. “Don’t let the unmanned weaponry fool you. They can arm them quick. When the bombs strike we move, do not delay. Run straight for the gravity lift.” The marines passed the word down the line to Eric and he nodded his head in agreement. Marks patted Rose on the back as she struggled to get her breath. She was use to running, but the added weight, awkward hunched over run, and the added stress of combat made it nearly impossible to calm her breathing. She exhaled slowly and took deep breaths forcing her mind to regain control of her body.

Suddenly the tunnel rocked as an aerial bombardment impacted a nearby neighborhood and the covenant cruiser. The bombers knew not to aim toward the group’s location, along the canal sewer line.


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