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Posted by: Silent Eli
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The camera pans around the wreckage of a crashed pelican. It sits in the forests, or what is left of them. Trees are reduced to blackened husks and Covenent cruiers have swooped low into the Atmosphere, glassing regions of the planet. Ash fills the reddened sky as Plasma sears the crust around the planet. A pair of spartans muscle their way out of the wreckage. Ammo packets and MA5B assault rifles are scattered about the crash site. One of the Spartans tosses the other an AR.
"Pilots are toast. Human necks shouldn't bend that way..." She says.
"Well, we can try to find some cover before we are melted to a soupy puddle," the other Spartan, a man says.
The camera switches to first person as yyou slide a fresh magazine in your rifle. The ammo indicator jumps from 0 to 60 as you rack the bolt. The familiar black bar fades in with the text "If You Can't Take The Heat..."
A waypoint cuts through the woods as a pair of Phantoms sweep the skies.
"Let's haul ass, Melissa."
The two Spartans quickly run forward, stepping over burned corpses and bark. The smell of death is in the air. The sky is completely blacked as the Phantoms sweep around, searchlights engaged. The white beam catches one of the Spartans, and he stops.
"...S***!"
The ground a meter away from him reupts into a plume of glass and roch as the dropship opens fire. It deploys a grav-lift and a team of Sangheili in pure onyx-black armor descend. They growl agressively, saliva webbing across their mandibles. A silver clad major engages two energy swords with a bloodthirsty hiss. The Spartans are surrounded. Melissa nudges her fellow Spartan.
"Thomas, any ideas?"
"Yep. Aim for the head."
Gunfire erupts as the the two spartans open fire. The elites quickly retailiate and return fire with their plasma weapons. Thomas empties his clip into an Elite, and bashes the alien in the head repeatedly with the but of his weapon. The Elite drops and Thomas reaches down and retrieves a plasma grenade. By luck, the SpecOps major's energy swod barly hit him, popping his sheild. Thomas couters with a swift roundhouse kick, staggering the elite. He them arms the plasma grenade and shoves it between his mandibles. The elites screams before his torso and head are engulfed in a brilliant sapphire flame, leaving his bleeding pelvis and legs staggaring.
Melissa has downed two elites with half of her sheilds remaining. The danger indicator beeps somewhat irritatingly. She is taking cover behind a tree, but plasma slowly chips away the bark. She has to make a move. She rolls from cover and expends her last magazine. The elite collapses as it succumbs the the withering rate of fire.
There are three elites remaining. Thomas sprints towards Melissa and she nods. He grabs her hand and swings her at one of the Elites. Her MJOLNIR boot embedds itself in an elites skull as he brings here fist into another Elite. Thomas fires a Plasma rifle at the remaining Elite, whose sheilds have dissapaited. Searing energy bolts sizzle the creatures chest as it rops to one knee. Melissa uppercuts the Elite, and a quarter circle of blood spurts outward as it's neck snaps backwards.
"Whoa."
The camera pans above them.
"We have to get to cover before they start glassing the area..."
The camera gains speed as it flies past a Covenant CCS-Class Cruiser and into space as the Human ships are on their last leg trying to defend Reach. A group of Covenant ships are setting up a Glassing Grid as the last of the Human fleet is inevitably crushed. Armageddon riengs in the sky. The demo goes black.