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"Damn it!" Taruk swore, feeling cheated. The elite he was aiming at exploded before he managed to get a shot off. In anger more than anything else, he fired off two shots. They each struck a grunt's head, spraying purple blood and brains across the ground. Abruptly, his ears started to hurt as the .50 started to spew lead at the aliens. Taruk wasn't able to get another shot in before the Pelican started its turn, though. He took the time he had to load another two shots into his rifle. Taruk always liked having a full clip.
Jerald made a hard right, banking towards the line of grunts. He gently eased the control sticks back, slowing the pelican down. He then pitched it down a little so that the chin-gun had a clear shot at the aliens. "Light 'em up!" He called to his co-pilot. Immediately, there was a loud noise and cannon rounds began tearing into the covenant lines! Eight grunts fell dead from the first salvo, the tanks on their backs' exploding as the bullets tore through them. He gunned the Pelican's engines as he passed over them, allowing the soldiers in the back a clear shot.
"Pilot!"
Jerald whirled around to see one of the ODSTs standing at the door. He threw a quick salute and turned back to the controls. "What?" He asked curtly.
"Slow her down on this next run! My squad and I are gonna' jump down behind the basta rds! Do you have jump-thrusters?" Taruk yelled over the noise of the .50 cal. Jerald's eyes widened at Taruk, thinking him crazy. Butthen againhe was a helljumper. "Yeah, they're next to the Mongeese!" He shouted, not taking his eyes off of his controls.
"See you back at base!" Taruk shouted, and moved back to the bay. "Laren, grab some thrusters! He said they're next to one of the Mongeese!" Taruk yelled and began dismantling his sniper rifle. Laren started searching and found a crate. He knocked it open and several small knee and wrist pads with small repulsors on them tumbled out. "Grab a set and lets move!" Taruk called, having stowed his sniper rifle and already putting on his thrusters. They were designed to slow a soldier's decent when dropping from a height not high enough to warrant a parachute, but high enough that without something to slow you down you would be injured.
Soon, the three ODSTs each had a set of thrusters on and were walking towards the door. Laren reached over for one marine's MA5 and gave in turn his BR-55. "See y'all back at base!" Taruk called, and jumped.
Kohsahr dropped faster than he would have hoped. The waters below probably didn't have any life in them, but they certainly looked cold. ODST armor was water resistant, but using its heating valves used up valuable energy. Since he didn't know how long it would be before he was rescued, IF he was rescued, he couldn't afford the comfort of warmth.
He felt the thrusters on the parachute's pack ignite to slow his decent a little bit. Still, he was going to hit that water, one way or another.
Abruptly, he started to hear a noise, almost like the whine of an engine. It didn't sound human, sadly. No, Kohsahr knew that sound all too well.
The Banshee's cannons fired, sending waves of hot plasma at him. Kohsahr twisted himself, hoping the shots would miss him, and grabbed for his assault rifle. "Son of a -blam!-"He muttered as the Banshee boosted towards him. Kohsahr put all of his strength into his legs, trying to pull them up to avoid being hit. He felt the heat of the plasma through his armor and he started to sweat. As the Banshee started to pass under him though, a large green symbol appeared on his helmet's screen. He was puzzled by it for a second, but then he understood. His parachute's computer was interpreting the Banshee as the ground! He was suddenly jerked down by the thrusters and the parachute was dropped. Swearing, Kohsahr dropped onto the Banshee and tried to find a handhold. He found one, much to his relief, and grabbed hold of it. Adrenaline and fear pumped through his system, but he pushed reality out of his mind. Kohsahr slowly started to pull himself up on the Banshee but instead found himself struggling for a handhold as the pilot went into a barrel roll and accelerated! Curses flew from his mouth, but he managed to get a handhold on the front of the Banshee. His heart was pounding. He reached for his silenced M7 SMG and nearly lost his grip in the process. He slid back, almost towards the Banshee's engines. "Suck lead, -blam!-!" He hollered and shoved his SMG under the top of the Banshee, opening up on the pilot. He was rewarded with a scream and a stream of purple blood shooting out. Kohsahr slid over and tried to pop the hatch of the vehicle to shove the elite out. The split chinned monster snarled something in a strange language and pushed the vehicle into a sharp turn! Kohsahr swore and tried to get a better hand hold on the alien vehicle but couldn't get one. He blasted away at the alien again and suddenly the 'Shee rapidly nosed down-towards the Autumn!