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Chapter 1: Alpha Squad
Alpha Squad-Full (Chapter 1)
[Flex]-Leader
[Jon]-Heavy Weapon Specialist
[Bearman]-Private
[Mr.V]-Medic
There was an eerie feeling about the room. Flex looked around. Jon was playing cards with Mr.V, while Bearman sat in the corner of the room, his MA5B rifle sitting next to him. Seeing the gun made Flex feel aware of the gun that was on his back. Jon was the most heavily armed in, wielding the Rocket launcher and a Spartan laser in his arsenal. He was ready to take on anything the Covenant could through at him that was big, mean, and downright annoying. Mr.V didn't really talk much, he had a kind of focused look always implanted directly on his face. His only weapon was a pistol, but he was one sonofgun with it. Flex had seen him take out an enemy at sniper range with it. Something inside of Flex told him to look outside the window. The Rings of Saturn came into view. It was stunning sight, to see the ship cruising along the edge of Orion. What took away from that view, was that Covenant ships were rumored to be about, but with this angled view, there was no way to be sure.
He was about to turn away from the window when something caught his eye. A dazzling green light skipped about through the canvas of space, illuminating the dark picture with a flowing green radiance. The beam lost its majesty, when without warning it drove through the center of the Rings of Saturn's hull, causing wanton destruction and mayhem on the sip. He began to see personnel being sucked out into the vacuum of space, their lives ended in a most horrible manor. Flex frowned. He had seen these space battles in this war before, but every time he saw a fellow soldier die, he could only think of how helpless they must feel. There was nothing they could have done to prevent their horrible fate. It only relied on luck. Just luck. An alarm to wake all resting personnel began ringing through the ship. On the intercom, was Commander Brain's voice. "I want all my men down-there pronto. You saw what the Covenant just did. Lets show them we mean business."
Alpha Squad quickly dropped what they were doing, and began to run to the armory, where they would be outfitted, then the hangar, where they would begin their descent into Orion. As they arrived to the armory, the area was packed with soldiers grabbing weapons like second nature to them, each having their own preference. The group retrieved ammunition for their weapons, as well as a supply of grenades. It was Jon of course who decided to mention, "Maybe we should grab a coupla detonators. You know. Just in case." Flex thought about it for a moment, and decided it was a good idea, so he nodded in acknowledgement.
They loaded themselves unto the pelican. A silence befell the group. Not much was to be done. They heard the hum of the pelican as its engines began to take hold. A large shaking began, and the pelican dropped into the black abyss below. The radio chatter began to take hold, and the Pilot turned around a began to speak, "We are going to land you about 5 clicks away from the HQ. There is a small city there, we will drop you on one of the buildings. The Covenant have already begun to establish hold in this area." The second Covenant battleship came into view. It could be seen relinquishing a constant stream of troops into the land below. "Your objective is simple. The Covenant are routing themselves so that they are going to launch a direct assault on the HQ. We can't let that happen. So your job is to head here." A small display appeared in front of them. The display zoomed in to reveal a large tower as high as the perimeter of the entire city. "Samurai Tower. Beauty she is. Too bad we are going to have to cut here down. In order to destroy this, you are going to need to plant base charges throughout the entire building. Good luck." Flex looked down at his shotgun. Something didn't feel right. The pelican door began to open. The time was now. "EVERYONE MOVE OUT!" yelled Flex.
Alpha squad piled out of the pelican, and it began to lift off into the air. They were alone. Jon clicked his rocket launcher. The time was now. "Make a perimeter, Alpha squad," Flex said lightly. Bearman took to the corner of the rooftop. "Sir, enemy tango spotted," Bearman coolly said. "Lets get off this rooftop!" Flex ordered. The team began to pile down the stairs. When the reached the bottom, Mr.V looked outside the front door. "He is facing the other building," Mr.V reported. "Those aliens don't even know where to look." Bearman looked at Flex, then said, "I'll take him out. Just cover me." Flex thought about it for a moment. "Take Mr.V with you." Mr. V nodded, and they moved out.
Bearman took point, and gave the position another analysis. There was one elite, and 3 grunts next to him, standing nearby some sort of antennae. He and Mr.V were crouching behind an alleyway, out of site, while Flex and Jon were overlooking the area. Samurai Tower was visible in the distance, reflecting waves of sunlight toward his eyes. He met Mr.V's eyes. He nodded. Bearman pivoted outside the cover, and begun to spray small pieces of death at his enemy. The grunts fell dead almost immediately. The elite's shields began to shimmer. It turned around and let out a loud roar. An energy sword ignited from its hand. The elite's shimmering black armor reflected the blue aurora generated by the intense heat of the sword.
Flex frowned. The situation was going to hell. A deafening noise began too ring throughout the entire street. A Phantom descended from the heavens, and its turrets took aim, and then began to rain blue streaks of plasma throughout the entire area. "That phantom will rip them to shreds!" Flex exclaimed. The elite was hastily picked up by the Phantom. "Mr. V, Bearman, Get out of there! NOW!"
Mr. V could barely see. The alleyway was melting beside him. There was nothing to be done. He looked at Bearman. "We need to move! IF we stay, there is no way we will escape!" A car beside them was hammered with stray plasma shots. It reached the point where it could take no more. Mr.V made the motion to move, his vision quickly went black, and a ringing hammered his ears to no end.
Jon looked at Flex. "I am going to try to take that Phantom out! There is no way there are going to be able to move if I don't!" He raced up the stairs leading back to the rooftop of the building. The Phatom's roar began to overtake him. It seemed as if someone has wised up to his tactics, and was focusing fire on him.
He raced up the stairs, adrenaline rushing through his body, making run faster. His comrades were in danger, on the brink of death, and he could stop it. He could do it. He reached the top of the building. The phantom faced his direction, and began unleashing a torrent of hell on his position. He readied his rocked launcher. He spotted the Phantom's engine. There was a small click as the rockets became locked on. The shots were getting more accurate. Jon's arms were thrust backwards as the recoil took hold from the roaring rocket that had erupted from the device of which he carried. He stared coldly into the Elite's eyes, who had caused so much trouble. Then he saw annihilation.
A direct hit on the Phantom's engines caused a large explosion to ring through the air, as shrapnel began falling into the streets below. The Phantom screamed a high tone, as its systems began to fail. The beast began to spin uncontrollably, as blue streams of light emitted from the very core. Suddenly, the dyeing machine began to take aim, toward its slayer. Jon felt fear.
Flex saw the Phantom begin to draw closer. He had a split second to think. Should he try to make it to the ground floor, or the rooftops. He sprinted toward the rooftops, and found Jon in the corner, watching the Phantom approach closer. The pristine black color of the Elite's armor reflected the sunlight. As the phantom began to crash into the base floors of the building, he leapt relentlessly into the sky, refusing death's embrace, with a sword ignited in his hand, a monument to his anger. Flex reacted quickly. He began firing off rounds from his shotgun, to which the elite's shields only flickered, laughing at his meager attempts to prevent himself of his massive charge. The Elite let out a bellow of pure ferocity, penetrating Flex's eardrums in the most unpleasant manner. He rolled out of the way just in time, and felt the searing heat of the energy sword crash into the ground beside him. Below, the phantom's systems had reached a critical state. Flex estimated seconds until destruction. He felt the building shake in violent matter, and a subsequent detonation knocked him from his feet. The elite, however, having recovered from his missed blow, was still on his feet, more intent than ever on catching his prey.
Bearman was dazed. The explosion of the car a mere couple of feet away had knocked him briefly unconscious. He looked for the Phantom that caused him so much trouble. Bearman quickly noticed his faceplate was cracked, and that his right thigh was bleeding. Nevertheless, he found his assault rifle, and began limping toward out of the alleyway. From here, he saw the remains of the Phantom, and the struggle that was taking hold on the rooftops. He limped as quickly as he could up the stairs, Assault rifle pointed ahead of him.
Flex felt around of the floor for his shotgun as the elite was quickly enclosing in on him. He could not find it. No! It couldn't end like this.It just couldn't! Amazingly enough, a black shroud suddenly covered up the elite's position. He wondered what had happened. He saw Jon's rocket launcher smoking, and knew it was a direct hit. Flex quickly rose to his feet. The smoke began to evaporate from the impact. Finally! Now they could move on.