RP:Kingdom of Broken Hearts

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We were Lost and now we have been Found

Notices

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Those who Brave the Cold

 * 1) [[image:Photoshop_attack.png|35px]] Spartan-064 ,De ma kh is http://www.wikia.com/skins/common/progress-wheel.gif Reporting •  Contributions   [ CHIEF MODERATOR ]
 * 2) [[Image:GRAW Wallpaper.jpg|20px]]Capt ain  James  G-23 http://www.wikia.com/skins/common/progress-wheel.gif Talk •  Contributions   [ CHIEF MODERATOR ]
 * 3) Dubtiger
 * 4) MIL AI 2430
 * 5)  SPARTAN-091  [[Image:UNSC.jpg|15 px]] HelmetComm undefined Juliet  [ ASSISTANT MODERATOR ]
 * 6) 117649AnnihilativeRepentance [ ASSISTANT MODERATOR ]
 * 7) Captain 077, ready for duty(Frequencies are clear, go ahead sir)[[Image:400px-1083738227_15_9_00_KP_2000.jpg|35px]] 04:54
 * 8) halonerd
 * 9) Chief frank 001
 * 10) Spartan 501
 * 11) MasterGreen999
 * 12) ChurchReborn
 * 13) Gary
 * 14) Lordofmonsterisland  "Roar to me"

Introduction
''I remember the Artic IV Campaign. The cold, unforgiving wasteland that we battled for. The merciless blizzards that hit us. We fought, and died for that planet. We had originally treated it as a disobedient child, and paid for it in blood.''

In deep space there lies a planet. Frozen from years of neglect. There is some life a lone outpost of the UNSC and a small mining town, an oasis in a world of cold. There is more life on its way. Violent life, Savage life, Murdering life. The Planet will become thawed from for the fight and below the crust it will awake and consume. The Planet will be shaken and hurt to the core. More then one life will be lost these days. More then one heart will be broken.

''The Arctic IV Campaign I remember that, It was one of the most ill-prepared battles I have ever fought. We weren't ready for that kind of blood-shed. We treated the forces that opposed us like a shark would treat minos, but it was the other way round. We payed for that mistake.... dearly''

Beneath the Frozen ground lies a ancient Forerunner installation hold thousands of sentinels waiting in stasis. A Alliance that has being in effect for severel years who will fight to the death for their Planet. A bunch of UNSC fighting for survival. One of these forces must fall or all shall fall Frozen to the secrets the planet holds.

UNSC
Primary Commanders: Captain Ferris, Vice Admiral William Falconi, Second Lieutenant Vince 

Artic IV UNSC Outpost


 * Second Lieutenant Vince - K.I.A
 * Master Sergeant Riza Holden (part of UNSC Base garrison)
 * 50 Marines
 * 20 ODST
 * 20 Warthogs of both classes

UNSC Battlegroup Kings Hearts


 * 1 Cancer-class Heavy Battleship
 * UNSC Bizmark
 * Captain Ferris
 * MIL AI 2430
 * 1000 Marines
 * 800 ODST
 * Fireteam Zulu
 * SPARTAN-064
 * Iota Seven
 * SPARTAN-077
 * 50 MK II Ferris Combat Bikes
 * Thunder Squad


 * 1 Marathon-Class Cruiser
 * UNSC Hatter
 * 4500 Marines
 * 1200 ODST
 * Lambda Squad
 * Erebus (AI)
 * 1st Lieutenant Shian Quak


 * 2 Destroyers
 * UNSC East Berlin
 * UNSC Oslow


 * 4 Frigates
 * UNSC Germer
 * UNSC Congo
 * UNSC Gathon
 * UNSC Hazer

UNSC Second Assault Fleet Battlegroup Passchendaele - Vice Admiral William Falconi


 * 1 UNSC Battle Cruiser
 * UNSC Passchendaele - Vice Admiral William Falconi
 * 1 Marathon-Class Cruiser
 * UNSC Sherman - Captain Jonathan Robichard
 * 501st ODST Battalion
 * Team Murmillo
 * Cloud Squad
 * 2 Destroyers
 * UNSC Ypres
 * UNSC Omaha
 * 3 Frigates
 * UNSC Kaiser
 * UNSC Somme
 * UNSC Batoche

Gray Team, Squad 6
 * 1 UNSC Corvette
 * UNSC Valiant Triumph Heavily Damaged/Repairs Vital
 * SPARTAN-091
 * SPARTAN-095
 * MIL AI 8011/JL-021 "Juliet"

UNSC 14th Nomad Fleet-Battlegroup Montgomery 

25 Ships of various class

1 UNSC Battle Cruiser 10 Halcyon MKIII Including the 6 Frigate MKII Including the 7 Destroyers MKII
 * UNSC Duality
 * troops:80,000 Marines
 * UNSC Star Dust
 * troops:8,000 Marines
 * UNSC Hiroshima
 * UNSC Human Fist
 * troops:2,400 Marines
 * 12 Broadsword Heavy Fighters (112th Naval Squadron)
 * troops:3,000 Marines

4th squad, UNSC Quick Response Team QRT
 * 1st Lieutenant CJ Patterson
 * Sgt. Jimmy Mendez
 * Sgt. Alan McCully
 * Cpl. Ricky Garcia
 * Pfc. Lopez Mencia
 * Pfc. Thomas Pratt
 * Pvt. Arnie P. Jones
 * Pvt. Duncan Booker
 * Corpsman Bud Winchester
 * Pilot Janette Kemp

Battlegroup Alamo
 * UNSC Annihilator - Captain Jim Wilson
 * 5000 Marines
 * 100 Mongooses
 * 50 M850 B Warthogs
 * 50 Gauss Warthogs
 * 25 Scorpions
 * 10 Turtles
 * 20 Pelicans
 * 15 Albatrosses
 * 500 Longsword Fighters
 * UNSC Thermopylae
 * Team Alpha, Original team
 * Edwin D.
 * Lisa D.
 * Kymberli W.
 * Jerry P.
 * Marshall B.
 * Roy C.
 * Amy B.
 * Clyde (AI)
 * 120 marines
 * 5 Turtles
 * 10 Scorpions
 * 20 M850 B Warthogs
 * 10 Marathon-class Cruisers
 * 2000 Marines each
 * 25 Warthogs each
 * 20 Scorpions each
 * 40 Pelicans each
 * 100 Longsword Fighters each
 * 100 Shortsword Fighters each

Rapheals Guard
Primary Commander: Rapheal


 * 1 CCS-class Battlecruiser
 * Golden Sanction
 * Rapheal/Sakura
 * Sin 'Vordyee
 * Res 'Konoyee
 * Goh 'Ughmaee
 * 5000 Sangheili of all classes
 * Several Humaniod robots
 * 50 Lekeglo pairs
 * 500 Taurus-class Biosuits
 * 1 Destoryers
 * Gokuzen
 * 2 Frigates
 * Sendo
 * Ukesalvia

Artic IV Alliance
Primary Commander: Ark'her Nest Queen, Nakai Supreme Commander, Jumenga Supreme Council Represenitive

Ark'her


 * 1 Ark'her Nest Queen
 * 15000+ Workers
 * 8000 Soliders
 * 4000 Juggernuats
 * 1000 Elite guards

Nakai


 * 10 000 Surface Corps Members
 * 500 Honour Guard Corps Members
 * 100,000 Konako ground forces

Jumenga Armour Column


 * 1000 Spider Mobile Suits
 * 1500 Gelgorg Mobile Suits

Forerunner
Primary Commander: Decrepit Valor
 * Unending supply of various Sentinel varieties
 * Constantly learning Sentinel Minds

Covenant Loyalists
Primary Commander:Brute Chieftain Destromath

Fleet of Undying Vengeance


 * 2 Supercruisers
 * Predatorial Vigor
 * Destromath
 * Malevolent Pride


 * 3 Assault Carriers
 * Rejuvinated Blight
 * Waning Darkness
 * Illuminated Path


 * 5 Destroyers
 * Twilight Bliss
 * Undying
 * Hallowed
 * Revival
 * Ponderous

Flood
Primary Commander: Dualmind


 * Near limitless Flood Forms
 * Infection Forms
 * Combat Forms
 * Aerial Forms
 * Watcher Forms
 * Brain Forms
 * Carrier Forms
 * Juggernaught Forms

Demakhis

 * Role: Captain Ferris
 * Location: Onboard the UNSC Bizmark
 * Status:Active


 * Role:SPARTAN-064
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:Iota Seven
 * Location:Varies
 * Status: Active


 * Role:SPARTAN-147
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:SPARTAN-114
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:SPARTAN-125
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:SPARTAN-145
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:Rapheal/Sakura
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:Res 'Konoyee
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:Sin 'Vordyee
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:Goh 'Ughmaee
 * Location: Varies
 * Status: Active


 * Role:First Lieutenant Shian Quak
 * Location:Varies
 * Status: Active


 * Role: Blade Yamato
 * Location:In F-17 Mustang
 * Status: Active


 * Role: Oreo Yamato
 * Location: In F-17 Mustang
 * Status: Active

Spartan G-23

 * Role: Nakai Supreme Commander
 * Location: Wasteland Isle
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Leader of all Nakai forces
 * Role: Captain Jonathan Robichard
 * Location: UNSC Sherman
 * Status: Active
 * Other: N/A
 * Role: Major Michael Peterson
 * Location: Varies
 * Status: Active
 * Other: N/A
 * Role: Corporal Michael Harrison
 * Location: Varies
 * Status: Active
 * Other: N/A
 * Role: Team Murmillo
 * Location: Varies
 * Status: Active
 * Other: N/A

Dubtiger

 * Role:Lambda Squad
 * Location:On the planet
 * Status:Classified Information
 * Other:None
 * Role:Erebus
 * Location:On the planet
 * Status:Classified Information
 * Other:Lambda Squad's personal AI

UNSC AI

 * Role: MIL AI 2430 -- Will
 * Location: UNSC Bizmark
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Tactical Advisor

Spartan-091

 * Role: SPARTAN-091, Jared
 * Location: Planet's surface, with Lambda Squad
 * Status: Active
 * Other: MIL AI 8011/JL-021 "Juliet" (Jared's AI)


 * Role: SPARTAN-095, Nicole
 * Location: Planet's surface, with Lambda Squad
 * Status: Active
 * Other: No Artificial Intelligence

117649AnnihilativeRepentance

 * Role:Decrepit Valor
 * Location: Deep beneath the icy surface, within the massive Forerunner machinework
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Controller of all Forerunner forces in the Sector


 * Role: Brute Chieftain Destromath
 * Location: Onboard the Predatorial Vigor
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Fleet Master of the Fleet of Undying Vengeance


 * Role: Dualmind
 * Location: The Frozen Blight
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Command Form of Arctic IV. In control of all Flood.

SPARTAN-077

 * Role: Riza Holden
 * Location: UNSC Military base on Arctic IV
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Master Sergeant


 * Role: SPARTAN-077 (Edward)
 * Location: UNSC Bizmark
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Petty Officer First Class, Spartan supersoldier

User:Chief frank 001

 * Role:Rear Admiral Brendon Cole
 * Location: UNSC Duality
 * Statue: active

Spartan 501

 * Role:Jace Williams
 * Location:Varies
 * Status: active

MasterGreen999

 * Role:CJ Patterson
 * Location: UNSC Resupply Station
 * Status: Active

SPARTAN-089

 * Role:SPARTAN-G089
 * Location: UNSC Eagle
 * Status: Active


 * Role:SPARTAN-078 Linnea
 * Location: UNSC Eagle
 * Status: Active

Lordofmonsterisland

 * Role:Captain Jim Wilson
 * Location:UNSC Annihilator
 * Status:Active


 * Role:Roy C.
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active
 * Other:He carries Team Alpha's personal AI, Clyde, with him


 * Role:Edwin D.
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:Lisa D.
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:Kymberli W.
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:Jerry P.
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:Marshall B.
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active


 * Role:Amy B.
 * Location:Varies
 * Status:Active

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Iota Seven rolled around in her hard cot waiting to fall asleep. It had been 2 weeks since they left port at a little planet which they had recently defended. She enjoyed battle the adreniline pounding through her veins the cries of her enemies as they fell to her power. She did not like the goodbyes at the end of battle though, the fallen comrades the cold of a scorched and bloodied battlefield, the cries of lost and dying soldiers. It hauted her, the fact that she could die one day. She eventually fell asleep and slept like a log as usual, until her roomate a female ODST came in and sat down.

"What are you doing here, I thought you were eating dinner, you left only 20 minutes ago," said Iota Seven still with her eyes closed, Her speaking startled the young ODST. "Iota Seven I left an hour ago you must of been sleeping," She repiled with small voice. "Well I must of dozed off again, you should sleep more too, well then again you need to be awake while I sleep to make sure I don't miss anything important right?" she said with a slight hint of a yawn. "Yes I do, I think you should stay awake more," she answered, She then put her hand over her small mouth and coughed into it, she used to not chough that much until the last battle that is now she coughs almost every 3 minutes. "You should get that checked you didn't have that before" siad Iota Seven as she rolled out of bed and started to put on her clothes. "Yes i think i will, will you come with me?" she asked getting up and heading over to the door. "Sure i'll come i was shot in the leg and i've had a slight bit of pain in it," Iota Seven said twiching a bit as she put on her rough tan cargo pants. They duo walked out the door and headed down the large metal corridor looking around at the passing troops. They saw several SPARTANs on board the ship. 5 to be exact, as they neared the medical hall more and more soldiers walked of with crutchs or in a wheelchair. As they entered Iota Sevens roomate started to cough more intensley then before. She then jerked her hand back to reveal that the hand was covered in crimson blood. She was rushed to a doctor, still coughing up globs blood all over the egg white floor. As she layed down on the bed and started to over the side of the bed. Iota Seven was rushed out to the waiting area. She waited there for a hour until she fell asleep. Several hours passed as she slept. In her sleep she had a dream, a white covered planet, a wasteland island, a fire burning, her brothers body lying on the blood cover rock missing a hand, a foot then his body was replaced with that of a pile of full armour clad pure white people. She then saw in space many suit of gigantic armour fireing at the ship using gigantic laser. The ship wa destoryed and the suits moved on shooting down longswords into firey balls crashing back into ships. A steel door opening endless streams of sentinals killing anything that they saw. Then her own body lying onthe Frozen planet in the wreckage of a Crusier surounded by the dead bodies of marines and ODST all burned and motionless.

"Iota Seven i'm afaird that your roomate has died, there was severe plasma burns on the inside of her body mostly around her lungs," the doctor reported as he woke up Iota Seven. "Thank you for telling me doctor..... so do i hav a new roomate," she asked as she wiped a tear from her eye. "Yes we have a report, Lets see hummmm yes a SPARTAN, SPARTAN-064," said the doctor wiping his brow with a hankercheif. "Thank you," said Iota Seven as she got up and walked ou of the Medical hall.

She walked back to her room her head hung low and the marines looking at her. As she arrived at her room she walked in to find a man sitting in her friends cot a bag of clothing in his hand. "And you are SPARTAN-064 I presume," she said to the man sitting on the bed. "Yes i am so you must be Iota Seven, I met your brother before," said SPARTAN-064 standing up and holding out his hand. Iota Seven took the hand and shoke it then turned around and layed down on her own cold, stiff cot, " This room feels colder now then it did a couple hours ago......."

Fireteam Zulu sat in one of the lounges of the ship waiting for something to happen. Hayate was making coffee which was a rarity since the war started, it was lucky they had recently saved a planet similar to earth. Hayate poured the coffee into a cup and started to drink the black liquid. She then poured a cup for each of the SPARTANs in turn then handed them out to the almost emotionless girls.

"Thanks" they all said after she gave the plastic cup to the rough hands of the girls. "Your welcome," she said as she sat down and started to consume the liquid again. They sat like that for awhile before they finished the coffee. They headed off their spearite ways two to the firng range and two of to sleep. Several hours passed until a announcement came over the intercomm.

"We will be making a small slipspace jump over to a planet that emitted a S.O.S several hours ago, all crew prepare for a slipspace jump," the voice of Captain Ferris boomed over the intercomm. The ship heaved as they started the slipspace jump little did they know this battle would be harder to escape then going into.

-- Spartan-064 ,De ma kh is http://www.wikia.com/skins/common/progress-wheel.gif <font color="#A9A9A9">Reporting •  <font color="#A9A9A9">Contributions   23:13, 21 July 2007 (UTC)

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Corporal Williams looked over the cold, desolate wasteland. A marine patrol had disappeared in the area. It was not called Wasteland Isle for nothing. The area was the most hazardous on the surface of the planet. He would be surprised if he found any of the marines at all. He moved forward when he felt a metallic object beneath him. He dug through the snow and was shocked at what he found. Both marines from the patrol. Dead. Small holes were blasted right through their armour. He looked through his scope just in time to see another creature fire its rifle.

The UNSC Sherman exited slipspace with the battlegroup that it leaded. There were reports that some mysterious enemy attacked a small mining town on the surface of Arctic IV. The marines managed to fight them back but received heavy casualties. Admiral Chow would have his ass if he didn’t deal with this. Not only that but a marine patrol disappeared along with the marine sent to find them. Things were not looking good. “Major Peterson. I don’t give a damn whether your men would prefer being on the UNSC Spitfire than here but I am going to have you make an Orbital Drop near a small mining town on the surface of the planet.” Said Captain Jonathan Robichard. “Yes sir.” Replied the major. All one thousand ODSTs of the 501st ODST Battalion sped to the surface of the planet in their HEVs unaware of the horrors that lurked beneath its surface.

The HEVs smashed into the surface. "All right people lets move out!" Ordered Major Peterson. A small shard very similar to a needler flew past Corporal Michael Harrison's head, hit his HEV, and exploded. He turned around an saw what looked to be a group of Ultra Grunt wielding M6D pistols and needlers. His squad opened fire with their Battle Rifles easily taking down the group. he heard other squads do the same and several ODSTs had flatlined biosigns. "Well boys looks like we have encountered hostiles." Cpl. Harrison said to his sqaud.

--<font color="#000000">Staff Sergeant-G023 <font color="#FF0000">Comm Channel <font color=#000000>Mission History 19:12, 22 July 2007 (UTC)

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The Bizmark left slipspace folloowed by the battlegroup it lead. They had been through a tough fight, they had lost their Rear Admiral in a explosion that crippled the UNSC Harpcon the former leader of the battlegroup. So Captain Ferris had taken command and now lead the battlegroup with the UNSC Bizmark while the Harpcon was in repair. Captain Ferris looked through his bushy blue hair to see the totally white planet below them. Beside them was the other battlegroup that had already sent some of their troops down.

"Prepare the some of the 432nd ODST Battalion for Orbital drop" said Captain Ferris in his monotone voice. "Yes Sir anything else?" said one of the crewmen as sent the message to the ODST and prepared the HEV pods. "Yes make sure the bridge is ready to be shielded just incase of space battle and make sure the marines are ready to go at any minute," Ferris said while typing commands into his own keyboard. The message he sent was a incoded message to the SPARTANs onboard and Iota Seven telling them that they should be ready for anything.

Iota Seven awoke as the communicator on her wrist started to virbrate, SPARTAN-064 started to vibrate also. It was a encoded message tell them to be ready. At this command Iota Seven put on her Iota armour and started to prepare her weaponary. SPARTAN-064 went to the armoury and put on his MJOLNIR armour with the help of some crew there. He then armed him self with what he wanted, something really caught his eye. A sniper sitting in the corner two of them infact. It was the PSG-05 Sniper Rifle he grabed it and a BR55 battle rifle a couple of grenades and then left. As he was walking back he went through the hanger and saw about 100 HEV pods being perpared for planetary drop.

1st Lieutenant Shian Quak looked around, "Dam i hate it here already, why can't i be stationed somewhere warm like Australia II geez." he thought to himself. As he was walking he triped over something small and fleshy, it was one of those new aliens others had incountered. The snow behind him turned into water, a laser had flied over his head. "S@#&! what was that,crap" he thougth as he rolled around. The ground under Shian opened up and he fell thourgh. As he hit the bottom of the hole he hit his head and blacked out.

The Soldier that fired the laser turned on his radio, "Sir we have a outsider in the tunnels," "We will send Honour Gaurd to dispach the intruder, hold tight their until they get there," said the voice on the otherside.

-- Spartan-064 ,<font color="#D3D3D3">De <font color="#A9A9A9">ma <font color="#808080">kh <font color="#000000">is http://www.wikia.com/skins/common/progress-wheel.gif <font color="#A9A9A9">Reporting •  <font color="#A9A9A9">Contributions   18:30, 26 July 2007 (UTC)

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Decrepit Valor awoke to the sounds of war; much had most likely happened in his slumber, although the Sentinel Minds seemed like nothing important had happened.

Valor was quick to run sweeps of the endless tundra, and found not much; what was it that had awakened him in the first place?

"Has anything of importance transpired in my dormancy?" he asked one of the Minds, but it simply replied no and was off to work once again; mysterious indeed...

"Send out the Sentinels. It is time to reclaim the entirety of the structure..." Decrepit Valor ordered, and the icy land erupted into a hell of exploding ground, and swarms of Sentinels.

At the exact same moment, a creature frozen in time stirred; the ballistic blasts of force caused by the rising Sentinels thawed the ice, and the creature spread its tentacles wide.

"Free?" asked one head, "Freed from the icy chamber meant to be our grave..." the other answered, and both laughed in a weezy voice, unleashing billions upon billions of spores into the cold air.

--117649AnnihilativeRepentance 15:35, 30 July 2007 (UTC)

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Marine Sergeant Riza Holden looked across at what little of the twilight sun showed and sighed. 4 years of Arctic IV, thats how long she had been here, there was hardly ever any fighting, which didn't bother Riza, but it was always the same, just walking around in the snow which continued to fall every day. She breathed and watched as the cloud of breath blew off into the distance, then pulled her face mask closer to her face and walked back to Warthog which she had parked a few feet away. The UNSC's numbers had dwindled ever since their first contact with the Arctic IV Alliance, an Alliance of species united in their want to control the planet, just like the Covenant, she told herself. That was another thing, the UNSC hardly even needed this planet, and they needed every man and woman to fight, so why were they here?

--Captain 077, ready for duty(Frequencies are clear, go ahead sir) 22:59, 30 July 2007 (UTC)

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"Sergeant Riza command is sending down troops to the mining town i need you to go there with 20 men and meet them to make sure they have a casulaties free drop," Vince said over the radio to Riza as she drove her warthog back to base. "Great just came back from the cold now i'm going back to the cold," she thought to herself as she muttered a quick Yes sir into the radio. She changed course to suit her new mission, a couple of minutes later she met up with the troop that was sent to deafened the city. "Mam the men are ready for some action," yelled one of the marines. She didn't responed to his remark so he decided to just shut up. When they reached the town they sent the signal to Vince to tell them to begin orbital drop.

"Iota Seven its time to go down," said SPARTAN-064 as he ran over to the hanger. "Sure SPARTAN, lets run" yelled Iota Seven as she got up and grabed her gun. They ran as the HEV pods were perpared and jumped in one each. Before Iota Seven jumped in she noticed a faint outline in space. She discarded this preception as a small trick of the mind, stuff like this always happened right before a battle. As each of the pods were launched Iota Seven felt more excited then she had in the past few days. The pod shot out of the ship and she felt it rumble as she entered the atmosphere. The stopper shot out and slowed her down before she hit the ground. She opened the pod to find a massive battle going on right ouside her pod. She pulled out her BR55 Battle Rifle and shot a small creature smiliar to a grunt. Then a red beam passed right in front of her face. She jumped down and shot a tottaly white human through the heart and head. then she tossed a grenade into a crowd of the small grunt like creatures. Her adrenaline shot through her veins and she jumped down and hit one more of those full white humans.

As she ran behind a wall a couple of Crystals shot infront of her exploding she came around the wall and shot the confused Grunt like creatures in the back with her pistol. A laser then scorched her arm completely tearing right thourgh her layers of armour and leaveing a bad burn and a slight decreasment of flesh. "Dam that hurt," she thought to her self as she jumped out and shot a couple of rounds towards the rifleman that shot at her. She hit him a couple of times and then ducked behind cover again.

-- Spartan-064 ,<font color="#D3D3D3">De <font color="#A9A9A9">ma <font color="#808080">kh <font color="#000000">is http://www.wikia.com/skins/common/progress-wheel.gif <font color="#A9A9A9">Reporting  •  <font color="#A9A9A9">Contributions   02:35, 31 July 2007 (UTC)

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"Warning! Hostile life-forms encountered; classification, Jumenga" the Sentinel Mind reported, and Decrepit Valor pondered for a small time. Old age was certainly affecting him; he was afterall, an old model.

"Sentinel Colossi, I would think. Send several; their launchers will supply more than enough reinforcements. Are there other hostiles?" Valor replied.

"Indeed; there are also Reclaimers and multiple Covenant as well" the Sentinel Mind answered. "They may present a greater threat... still. Send more Colossi, with Medics" Valor said.

"Affirmative" the Sentinel Mind replied, and the Communication channel broke. "A wonder such primitive races would survive this long... our creators were the most intelligent... and they were overcome by the Flood..." Decrepit Valor thought in his mind, but then the obvious realization came.

"The Flood!" he suddenly burst out, and he called back his Sentinel Mind.

The spores filled the air, and the infection spread swiftly, constantly consuming more victims. Far away, the Command Form laughed; the Flood infestation was going to return to Arctic IV, and he would orchestrate it himself.

--117649AnnihilativeRepentance 04:16, 31 July 2007 (UTC)

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With the orbital pods safely secured and the Marines and ODST's preparing to return to base, Riza walked away from the crowd and knelt down in the snow. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but she sensed something was amis on Arctic IV, she looked off into the growing darkness and sighed, its just your paranoia she told herself then got back up and walked back to the Marines and ODST's. "Ready to get out of the cold for a change?" she asked them. "Yes ma'am!" they shouted in unison. Riza smiled, "mount up," she ordered in her voice which she rarely ever yelled in. The Marines and ODST's fell out and got into their assigned vehicles. She flicked her COM on, "Vince, their all safe, no injuries," "good, get them back to base, the mining town has informed me that the attack force was relatively small, the militia beat it back" that was some good news for a change, "Yes sir," she answered. She got into the drivers' seat of one of the Warthogs and keyed the ignition. It was oddly quiet on the journey back, with only the sound of the Warthog blazing a trail through the snow. When they finally approached Base, she was greeted with a sight which she has never seen before. Base was under attack. Columns of smoke rose from what she could only assume was fire, rifle fire resonated from behind the bases walls. The Marines and ODST's were speechless. Riza fumbled for the COM, she clicked it, "Vince, Base is under attack, I don't know who the hell is, but it is," she waited, "roger that, I'll try to get some troops from the flee-" The COM crackled and static took over. "Vince?" No answer. The Marine in the side seat looked at her, "course of action, ma'am?" "We're going in, lives are being taken in there," she answered. She understood at once. She was in charge of these men now.

Riza had seen particularly firce combat before, but what was going on inside Base was totally different from what she had seen. Small creatures that looked like little more then bloated sacs held up my tentacles rampaged through the base. They latched onto people and then after a while the person would be seem to be under their control. It fascinated and both horrified Riza at the same time. The courtyard of Base was in the most chaos, the Marine defenders had drove Warthogs into the courtyard and tried to set up barricades, but the creatures were everywhere and no tactics seemed to be working against them. But as Riza led the Marines and ODST's against them, one thing puzzled her the most, what were they? The UNSC had done little recon of the planet, but they had already documented some 50+ species, interesting for such a cold planet. Putting her wonderings at the back of her mind, Riza turned to the task at hand. Getting to the long-range COM in the Command Center would be their only chance of getting reinforcements down here. She radioed her plan to the other Marines and ODST's, they all approved. "Good," she said, "Stick together."

--Captain 077, ready for duty(Frequencies are clear, go ahead sir) 06:43, 31 July 2007 (UTC)

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The ODSTs led by Major Peterson began to move on towards the retreating enemies. Where did they come from? Why did they attack us? These questions would have to be answered before they could gain any information. As his forces moved they saw a new enemy. This one was massive and covered in hair. It had 2 massive arms which it used to swipe ODSTs away. Battle Rifle fire rang out as the rounds impacted the creature's flesh. After a while the creature fell down dead. "Great! More enemies!" He muttered to himself. The ODST advance was brought to a halt in order to tend to the wounded. Marine forces from Battlegroup Sherman began to create a makeshift base. Machine gun nests and artillery was placed all around it. They would be ready for any attack.

Team Murmillo continued the chase. Even though the ODSTs were retreatind did not mean that they would have to. Their Mk. II SPI Armour kept them camoflauged from the hostile, alien species. James-G023 checked his MA5K's ammo count. Full. "Tuan, george, Will! Check your ammo supplies!" He said over the comm. "Full." His squadmates said at the same time. As they followed the retreating forces they went through a cave. Inside or underneath the cave there was a huge city with many new, alien species patrolling its streets. "Everyone! Stay down so that we can gain more info." He said. He checked the vidoe feed and it was working. With any luck this information would be sent to the UNSC Sherman and it could be used to counter this new menance.

--<font color="#000000">Staff Sergeant-G023 <font color="#FF0000">Comm Channel <font color=#000000>Mission History 20:56, 31 July 2007 (UTC)

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"Rapheal we have scaned the planet for hostiles, we found them. The ship is still in active camoflauge and we have sent scouts down to further see the enemy," said Field Master 'Vordyee to Rapheal. "Good keep the ship hidden, we will wait till the right time to attack, also send a minor to get my armour," said Rapheal still looking at the UNSC ships outside the front of the ship. "May I ask why are we getting your armour," asked 'Vordyee tentatively. "A warrior must have armour to go into battle, plus i don't trust everyone on this ship I must retrive the piece myself," said Rapheal as he got up and holded out his arm and pointed to the planet," That is where we will make our triumph, that is where we will prove we are a threat,"

Jumenga suits were being launched from Hangers 1-10. Hundreds of Spider Suits and Hundrededs of Gelgorg suits were launched. They flew to several locations across the planet. The mining town was surrounded be spider suits ready to fire at any moment. In the council room of the Arctic IV Alliance some of the Members were not happy.

"Why have you deployed so little of your troops Nakai, we cannot only send Kanako to fight our battles, i myself have sent some of my available pilots to fight but that will not do it," said the Jumenga Supreme Commander to the council. He then got up and left for a break from the other species. He was tired of dealing with the Nakai thinking since they had the greatest miliatary force they would be the leaders. "Sir Union City is divided the Nakai and the Jumenga are in a dispute over who really is fighting, It has not escalated to violence but there are high tensions," said a Jumenga Civilian. "Then I must go, tell the Supreme Commander to come as well I cannot settle this myself," yelled the Supreme Council Representative.

Dam creatures Vince thought as he put down his shotgun. The COM station had been attacked while he was talking to Riza, he looked over to his helmet which was broken in half on the floor. He picked it up seeing if the radio was broken, of course it was. He threw the helmet over to the side and looked at his dead staff. I served with these people for a long time now i'm the only one left, he thought. He looked at the COM station most of the equipment ruined., but some of it still useable enough to maybe send a signal to the fleet in space.... He started over to the COM equipment that was workin when a small creature jumped on his back and circled to his chest cavity slowly embedding its self into his chest. He grabed his shotgun from the wall beside him Oh no little green you not getting me he thought putting the shotgun to his chest and shooting the little green sack. it had hit him too putting a hole where his heart used to be. In the seconds before he died he pulled the pin of a grenade compelety incinerating his body but not damaging any of the equipment.

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"Open Fire!" the Chieftain, Destromath, roared, and 5 lances of concentrated energy shot out and destroyed a nearby Human ship. "Continue the advance! Leave nothing alive!" he roared a few seconds afterward, and he retreated to his inner sanctum as the ships in his fleet began decimating enemy forces.

Within his massive chamber, there lay his Gravity Hammer, and a few feet away, suspended in the air by small gravitational devices, lay his ornate green armor, the names of all the Prophets etched in ancient Covenant calligraphy on the armor's surface.

His eyes wandered to a name in particular, Gol Bekt; the name of the Prophet of Vengeance; his most favored master. It was a regret that he had been assimilated by the loathesome Flood. Regret... another Prophet... he was also assimilated from what Destromath had gathered.

"Chieftain!" a voice called out, echoing in the large chamber, "What is it..." Destromath replied, turning around; there was a Brute Major kneeling before him. "More ships have arrived. Should we bring them into our fleet?" the Major asked; the answer could not be more obvious...

Destromath drew out a Brute Shot and decapitated the Major, hanging his corpse on the ceiling, where many others lay; meaningless interruptions were punishable by death. The Chieftain spoke through the ship's COM, and told the crew to bring in the new ships.

"What a wonderful symphony you are conducting..." a head of the Dualmind announced, "Wonderful screams..." the other replied as they watched the endless flow of Infection Forms move forward on the snow.

The moaning corpses of the Combat Forms limped throughout the UNSC base, oblivious to the wounds adorning their bodies. A group of marines panicked and ran into a sealed room. There was a pause, gunfire, then screams, and finally, the doors broke down to reveal a group of new Combat Forms.

In unison, the Dualmind's heads began to sing a long and deathly poem, their voices rasping and croaking the lines, distorting the words to the uttermost extent. As the never-ending verses echoed throughout the tundra, Sentinels rushed towards the Flood, trying to stem the flow of the Dualmind's grand composition.

--117649AnnihilativeRepentance 00:32, 1 August 2007 (UTC)

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A tidal wave of sac creatures leaped at Riza and the Marines which she had brought with her. She was the first respond, with a lightning quick movement she had raised her Assault Rifle and fired. Dozens of sac creatures popped and splattered green slime onto the floor of the command center. She sighed and lowered her gun just as something screamed behind her. She spun around. One of the sac creatures had avoided her gunfire and latched onto one of the Marines, it crawled and seemed to absorb itself into his chest. Riza and the Marines backed away. The Marine transformed before ther very eyes, his skin turned a sickly yellow, his head lolled back and forth, and one of his hands has become a claw. The remaining Marines opened fire in unison. Bullets tore through flesh and sickly green slime spattered the walls behind, the creature collapsed onto the floor in a a twisted heap. There was no need for orders, all the Marines simply walked away and kept their eyes on their ammo counters and what was ahead of them. When they finally reached the Command Center, it was blatantly evident that the heaviest fighting had took place here.

--Captain 077, ready for duty(Frequencies are clear, go ahead sir) 20:26, 1 August 2007 (UTC)

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Crap, he thought as the ship plummeted towards the icy orb beneath. It just had to happen now, didn't it? The Slipspace coils had burnt out, thankfully, after the battered corvette had emerged from Slipspace. But now, the engines had died as well. Right while they were over this hellhole, too. He glanced at the woman to his right, and patted her shoulder to reassure her. He hadn't seen her in... forever, really. They had been best friends for a time, but assignments had gotten in the way of personal matters. Well, he thought, at least we'll all die together.

"I don't know about that!" the voice in his head shrilled. "Don't be so defeatist. I was able to reroute the controls to the emergency thrusters to the engine panel on the left. Either you put me down, or risk doing it yourself."

He shook his head and smiled, glad that no-one could see. "I'll do it myself. Don't want to risk you here." Cracking his knuckles unprofessionally (something he had learned from Mendez), he reached his armored hands to the panel and toggled the three switches that controlled the powerful chem thrusters. A rumbling like thunder shook the corvette and shrieks of the metal armor tearing away pierced his sensitive ears.

He closed his eyes tight and prayed that what he did might actually save them.

With a heavy whump, the ship tore across the icy surface of the planet, gouging holes in the permafrost as it went. Two kilometers later, it finally slowed to a grinding halt. He got out of his seat, helped her out as well; then he stood aside as she kicked the escape pod hatch open. It was a short drop to the ground, one easily absorbed by their MJOLNIR armor.

He looked around. Nothing. For miles on miles on miles. Just ice and snow and... smoke? He pointed and said, "There. Let's move."

Nicole flashed her acknowledgement light and activated her emergency E-BAND transponder. Hopefully someone would pick them up.

SPARTAN-091, SPARTAN-095, and the artificial intelligence known as Juliet had arrived. And things weren't looking any better than where they'd left from.

 SPARTAN-091   HelmetComm undefined Juliet  23:42, 3 August 2007 (UTC)

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'Ughmaee looked down at his armour, he and these pieces of hardened metal and energy have been through hell and back. But now he was not sure if his armour would fit him anymore, the thoughts and questions that were coursing thourgh his body had made his body grow. He was interupted by a new body aura entering his room.

"'I would think you died by now, you and your crazy tatices of running straight into battle without a second thought, also throwing your self in the line of exterme fire to save a small minor," said 'Konoyee as he walked in with his armour already firmly on his body, two plasma rifles and a energy sword straped to his belt and a carbine tied to his back.

"I do that because i'm a loyal soldier and not a coward like you," said 'Ughmaee with a slight smile on his face as he started to put on his armour. He felt a hand then connect with his head and he fell to the ground stunned. A Plasma rifle was then put to his head and words were whispered into his ear, "You are no more powerful then me do not push me."

'Konoyee then put the rifle back in his belt and walked out of the room. 'Ughmaee then got up and put on his armour, his head hurt. Damn that guy has some nerves he thought, he walked out of his room and off to the hanger. The door swished open and 1500 elites and 30 hunter pairs stood there looking up at a stage where 'Vordyee, 'Hertnee another zealot, 'Sedgee zealot and Rapheal stood waiting to address the crowd of warriors infront of them.

"Our finest day, more enemies surrond us but we will prevail, This is our hour, this is where we will fight to the death, This is where they die!!" yelled Rapheal to the crowd apparently he had already given them a rousing speech already. The elites and hunters ran onto the Phantoms and some ran to Biosuits. They launched and some of the biosuits were equiped with the heavy weapons for ship combat. The phantoms soared down to the planet each elite itching for a fight.

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Waiting for the Spartans, and Juliet, are four other Spartans. One is armed with a BR55 Rifle, covered in Covenant blood, another armed with assault rifle, a third with a sniper rifle, and the last holding two M7s (SMG) loosely in his armored hands. Both Spartans know who he is from reputation alone. The Spartan with the Magnums gives his greetings.

"Spartan-Group Lambda gives their... Warmest greetings," says the Spartan.

The Spartan is not wrong to hesitate in finishing that sentence. All four members have obvious signs of close-quarter combat with Covenant soldiers. Their armor, especially their boots, have smudges of the Covenant's signature blue blood. Also their weapons, too, have blood stains. The appearance of the squad does not seem very warm at all.

--Dubtiger 14:10, 4 August 2007 (UTC)

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Iota Seven dived out of the burning warthog, a large green fuel rod shot flew by her head and hit the warthog killing the marines inside. She pulled out her BR55 and pluged two brusts into the head of a elite. Dam didn't we have a alliance with these guys she thought as she pluged three more rounds into the elite killing it. A metal needle then flew right by her head and a small girl stood infront of her, another needle flew into her left knee. She tried to move her left leg but below her knee would not move, a needle then left the girls hand and went into her right elbow. That arm wouldn't move either she then felt many other needles fly into her body and then she couldn't move.

"What did you do to me!" she yelled as elites grabbed her and moved her to a spectre side seat. "Take her back to a Phantom and shut her up," said the girl in a slightly lower voice then a girl should sound like.

She tried to struggle but to no avail, the elites threw her onto the phantom and she was brought to the Golden Sanction.

SPARTAN-064 woke up What the hell happened last thing i remeber was landing in the HEV pod he thought has he got up. He whiped the snow from his armour, and looked around. Nothing but snow around here great, again perfect war conditions, he smiled he loved the smell of war. He looked around to see his Battle Rifle lying three feet away, he went over to grab it to find a cliff. Also on the cliff was his sniper, he picked that up and looked over the edge of the cliff. My god he thought as he looked over the edge to see the UNSC outpost in flames. It was a short jump from the the cliff to the top tower then he could climb into the tower and find what the base was under attack from. He jumped and landed rolling on impact, then climbed through the window. As he slipped in he saw a combat form straight infront of him, he pulled out he gladius and stabbed right thourgh the chest twisting the handle which made the blade spin killing the infection form instantly.

"Boy this is going to be a long night"

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"This is Master Sergeant Riza Holden of the UNSC Base on Arctic IV requesting assistance from Battlegroup Kings Hearts, can anyone hear me, over?" The long-range COM crackled and spit more static, then a voice came through, scratchy but goood enough to hear what they were saying "conirmed Sergeant, reinforcements are on their way, if you don't mind my asking Sergeant, exaclty what is attacking the base?" Riza paused for a bit, she looked back at the Human barricade of Marines defending the door. She continued, "an undocumented species has attacked the base, they're small sacs that are held up by a few tentacles, they can latch themselves onto a different creature and after a while the sac-thing takes control of it, sorry sir, thats all we can basically tell you about at the moment.""I see," the voice said, "all our available reinforcements will be sent down, give 'em hell, Marines." The voice ceased and the static took over again. Riza sighed and looked out the window of the command center that showed the courtyard. Complete chaos was a word that best described it now. Several Marines had refused to be "taken over" and had promptly shot themselves. It hadn't mattered though, the sac-things just burrowed into their bodies and gained control. "We can't just sit in here and watch," she said to the Marines, "we have to fight 'em off until the reinforcements arrive." Riza actually saw a smile flicker across their faces, we were wondering when you were gonna give us that order."

SPARTAN-077, Edward, found the planet they were descending to had some strange beauty in it. Strange, as he had read all available databanks on this planet and had found out that almost all the documented species on it were savage and had attacked both the other animals and the Humans on it. But yet, Edward did find the planet peaceful looking, the COM in his helmet spit some static and then came through clearly, "ETA 10 minutes, I recommend you guys get your gear packed up and ready," Edward didn't need too, so he took the time to look at one of the viewports to look at what else the Fleet has sent as reinforcements. It was impressive. 50 other Pelicans with troops attachments jammed full of troops. Edward did math figures in his head. Whatever had attacked the UNSC Base definately wouldn't have a chance against this. But, he reminded himself, I've beeen wrong.

--Captain 077, ready for duty(Frequencies are clear, go ahead sir)( Ops completed) 14:34, 7 August 2007 (UTC)

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Tuan looked as the phantom flew away. 2 more started to come to the surface. "Great! More hostiles! Better take care of this fast." He muttered to himself. Tuan pulled out a surface-to-air missile and fired it at the first phantom. The dropship flew out of control and crashed into the surface before exploding killing everyone inside. The second phantom dropped several Minor elites and a single major elite. Tuan pulled out his MA5K and fired AP rounds at the elites. Even though his Mk II SPI armour offered slight invisibility the elites knew his location and opened fire with plasma rifle. "James! The cave entrance is hot! Repeat the cave entreance is hot! Find out whatever you needed to know down there then lets get out of here! I don't know how much longer I can hold these guys off." He broadcasted on the Team's comm. "Roger that Tuan! We are getting out of here. Admiral. Mind giving us some help?" Said Will over fleetcomm. The slight shadows of the others in their SPI armour came from the cave. A pelican landed and the team boarded it. "Take us to the UNSC Passchendaele! We have some information that Admiral Falconi might like."

--<font color="#000000">Staff Sergeant-G023 <font color="#FF0000">Comm Channel <font color=#000000>Mission History 20:59, 7 August 2007 (UTC)

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"This is Battlegroup Montgomery we are exiting the slipspace. Request order mission to the admiral Falconi."

The Battlegroup Montgomery was a large battlegroup assigned to the UNSC 14th nomad fleet. "We have 4 full division of marines for you!."

The 80,000 marines of the Montgomery battlegroup are make contact with the groud deploying Scorpion thank, Cougar,hornet and Sparrowhawk, dresiing a perimeter for evacution of prisonner and dead the 4th armored division is now deploying a large front line. User:Chief frank 001

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"This is 'Vordyee calling Rapheal we have found the objective we are now sending recon lances down into the tunnels," said 'Vordyee into the radio comm. He repeated this message 3 times then gathered his own lance, he looked into the tunnel with the large Forerunner symbols carved right into the stone. The big metal door with large door handle, 'Vordyee put his hand on the metal door and turned the handle, pushed and walked into the dark.

"Keep your head up, be ready for anything," Cautioned 'Vordyee as he drew his carbine and turned on a light. The rest of his lance did the same except some drew plasma rifles. As they continued walking their lights and the lights of other lances pierced the darkness the blue glow of the plasma rifles shadowing the split in the elites face. Then all hell broke loose, red beams shoot everywhere hitting the elites in the back of the group. They fell down dead as a doornail, the elites started firing destorying the sentinels in seconds.

"Casualties report," said 'Vordyee as he reloaded his carbine. "2 elites dead, 3 wounded," said the minor beside him.

"We are going back to the entrance and getting medical care for the wounded, then we will wait for Rapheal to come then we will get farther without triggering the defensive precautions" said 'Vordyee as they retreated back to the entrance.

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Sentinels swarmed from every crevice; large clouds of them could be seen in the sky. Almost around the whole planet the Flood Infection had spread, and Decrepit Valor was annoyed. "Initiate Protocol... inform the Monitors; the Installations should be put on standby" Valor muttered.

The Dualmind continued the unending death poem, unthinkingly destroyed millions of Sentinels with its massive tentacles. "Forever... on and on... death is infinite..." the poem dragged on. It could now be heard from all points on the Planet, echoing through the ice.

--117649AnnihilativeRepentance 00:18, 9 August 2007 (UTC)

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Aww shit...

Flight Officer Third Class Jace Williams looked out the cockpit of his Broadsword Heavy Fighter, and felt his stomach plunge as more Loyalist ships burst from slipspace, and formed up with the main groupen. He looked out his port viewport, and spotted the two other flights of his squadron flying barely sixty meters off his wing. Suddenly,  a voice yelled over his comm.

“Contact! Three Tarzan squadrons heading our way!” Came the voice of Juan Diego, the comm, thick with his accent even with the distortion they put on it to fool eavesdroppers. Jace glanced down at his screen, and saw that Juan was indeed right; thirty six Brute Fighters were headed for them.

“All right Demons set the table! Arm ASGM-11 missiles! Load Cannons and power up your Anti-Shield Rays! Set them to maximum spread!” Said their squadron leader, William Stort. Jake Complied, flicked a switch, and keyed in the arm code for the ASGM-11s. He peered up at his readouts, and saw that the enemy fighters were at three thousand klicks and closing.

“Hold firm and fire on my mark!” ordered Stort, but Jace was barely listening. His eyes were glued to his readouts, and as he watched the numbers scroll down, his hands tightened around his pilot yoke. The range dropped to a thousand meters, and he felt the yoke get slippery with sweat. Silently he cursed himself. He was a veteran of dozens of fighter battles, why was this one scaring him so much? He couldn’t figure out why, but he had an odd feeling in his pit of his stomach.

“Steady…steady….Fire!” Yelled Stort and Jace pulled the trigger on his firing stud. Four ASGM-11 missiles streaked out from each fighter in the squad; forty-eight trails of fire. The missiles closed to two hundred meters with the enemy, and Stort called out:

“Anti-Shield Rays away!” Jace slammed down on the ESDWR stud, and watched as a dozen golden beam lanced out to meet the oncoming Tarzans. The ESDWR fired at velocities incredibly high, so it reached the enemy ships in milliseconds. Each shot struck its mark, guided by reverse-engineered Covenant plasma guiding technology. The Tarzans shields flickered and went out, and half a second later the missiles impacted. The missiles shredded the enemy formation. Fireballs, eerily silent in the void of space, expanded and engulfed enemy fighters.

“Break formation and engage!” came Stort’s command, and Jace rolled away from his squad mates. He zeroed in on one of the Tarzans, and pushed the engine to redline to get there. He streaked in, and opened up with his 180mm superheated rotary cannons, and red flashes zoomed towards the Tarzan. They slammed into the Tarzan’s unshielded form. Superheated metal punctured the Tarzan’s armor, and it twisted off course as it oxygen vented into space. Jace looked around the battlefield, and saw his wingmate Jamie Merrill being pursued by a Tarzan. Slamming the stick forward, he shot towards Jamie like a bullet fired from a gun, and unleashed a hail of red hot metal. The shots tore into the heavy rear armor of the Tarzan, and had almost no effect. He continued to fire, but kept a close eye on his readouts, and saw that his 180mms were dangerously close to overheating and exploding.

Cursing, he did not lay off the 180mms, but switched them down to normal bullets instead of superheated ones. He continued to fire, but the weaker bullets did even less than the heated ones had. Cursing, he opened up a tight beam channel to Jamie.

“Jamie, put all your power to rear shields and decelerate into this guy, I can’t get him from back here.” Jamie’s voice came back full static but understandable. “Roger that, diverting power to shields.” Jace was glad that it was Jamie piloting. He was not good at all at making strategies, but he could keep his head on straight in combat and trusted Jace with his life.

God I hope this works...

Jamie cut all power to engines and slammed his reverse thruster to full power. Jace was impressed at how fast he transitioned. The Tarzan slammed into Jamie's ship, and there was a bright gold flash as Jamie's shields went out, and then he was spinning. Jace put on his afterburners, and shot after the careening Tarzans, and fired a single superheated shot straight into the fuel tank. The thing detonated beuatifully, and Jace soared past, it and looped around, then took a moment to glance at his sensors. It was all clear. Smiling, he listened as Major Stort's voice came over the comm.

"Form it up on my wing Demons, reverse wedge formation." Jace nodded inside his cockpit, voiced his compliment, then settled into his place in the formation.

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"Sir Taurus-Class Biosuits are ready to launch, we can intercept the oncoming UNSC ships," a Major Domo said as he pulled out the last fuel line connecting to the biosuits.

"Good launch at my command, get the normal armed ones on the fighters and the heavy suits in the back, make a heavy fire attack on one of the Loyalist Destoryers attack till it's sheilds are down then radio us," said 'Konoyee to the pilots. The Biosuits turned on their engines and 80 of them launched in the first wave then another 80 launched. They stayed around the ship till all were launched and then headed of in the direction of the last known coordinates of the UNSC fighters. The ones with normal weapons sped up, targeting the Broadswords as they came down on them like hawks.

Lines of Pelicns streamed down on the UNSC outpost dropping soldiers, warthogs, ammo and most importantly 4 SPARTANS and 25 MK II Ferris Combat Bike. The SPARTANS dismounted the pelicans and grabed a Combat Bike one for each, they looked at each other a nodded. If you looked hard enough you could almost see the SPARTANs smiling. They reaved up their engines and sped of into the base, the corridors were just large enough to hold one bike at a time. As they progressed farther and farther into the base their encounters with Combat Forms got closer and closer together, but they would always just fire their machine guns and blow the forms apart, there isn't much organic creatures .45 rounds can't blow apart. As they drove along the corridors they heard gunfire coming from a room off to their right. They made a sharp turn and found Sergeant Riza and some marines in a battle with some flood. They turned the corner and fired 8 round burst from the front mounted machine guns ripping apart the surprised flood.

"Good to see we have our reinforcements," said Riza as she shot a dead combat form again to make sure it was dead. "Sorry to disappoint you, but we were sent here before you radioed in that message," answered the apparent leader of the group. "Well any help is better then none," said Riza as the SPARTANs dismouted.

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Looking around, Edward could clearly see the destruction the recent battle for the UNSC base had caused. Marines were busy dousing fires and elping wounded while others piled the dead into heaps. He turned in time to see a Marine with the Master Sergeant medal stride towards him. He snapped a crisp salute, she returned it. "At ease, soldier," she answered and he lowered his hand, "I guess our call for reinforcements came through?""Yes ma'am, we're what they sent down."She nodded, satisfied, then seemed to remember something, "I'm Riza, by the way, Riza Holden." She stuck out a white gloved hand, he accepted it. "Edward," he said. He looked over at one of the corpse heaps, Riza stepped up next to him "alot of brave men died here today, but I think we actually got something out of this," she said. "Whats that?" Edward asked. "This was one of the first victories in a long string of losses, I think everyone at least has some hope now." Edward heard the crunching of snow under boot and turned, a Marine Corporal ran towards them. "Ma'am!" the corporal shouted and saluted, "at ease, soldier," Riza answered, then she asked "what is it?" The corporal regained his breath then spoke up "these creatures," he kicked a nearby dead one "didn't only attack us, they've gone elsewhere, they've gained control all the local species, and their spreading."

--Captain 077, ready for duty(Frequencies are clear, go ahead sir)( Ops completed) 23:04, 10 August 2007 (UTC)

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The 112th, now flying in a pyramid formation, sped towards Artic IV, and on his scanners, Jace found one thing between them and it. A shitload of enemies. However, these were like no combatants he had fought before. The were humanoid machines, with a vague similarity to elites, but unhunched. They were approaching the 112th and were several klicks ahead...and energy signatures from their area were getting stronger. So strong in fact, it could only mean one thing.

"Break!" Yelled Major Stort as the enemies open fired, and lances of plasma shot towards the 112ths position.

But they were no longer there. Over 25 Years of fighting in the cockpit had honed their reflexes, and familuarized themselves so much with each of eachothers individual nuances of speech so that they were able to know Major Stort's full command before the word was halfway out of his mouth. They broke formation instantly and in unision, shifting from orderly squadron, to swarm of ships.

Their orientation was such that the enemies were "down", but Jace quickly killed that orientation. During training, they had learned that orientation was but a state of mind, and to constanly change yours around to give you an edge over your opponents. He changed so that the enemies were now "above" him, and attacked with lightning speed. The rest of the squadron were doing the same thing, and flashes of red, white vapor trails, and golden flashes erupted from the ships, and slammed into the enemy group.

The suit-like enemies struck back, and launched a cloud of plasma into the 112th's loose swarm formation. Jace flipped and Juked around wildly, but even dodging 99% of the shots, the shear volume and skill of the gunners paid off, and several shots struck his Broadsword. Cursing, he heard insistent beeping, the the lights in the cockpit change to a red color and began pulsating. His shields had held, but just barely, and they were at two percent. Flipping several switches, he accelerated straight towards one of the suits, which was now barely 500 meters infront of him. He jammed down the firing stud, and sent several bursts of 180mm superheated shots soaring towards the enemy ship. Then seconds before impact, he fired his ESDWR, and with a golden flash, the suitlike ship was gone. He smiled.

The 180mm slugs slashed through the biosuits armor, melted critical components, and fused the pilot to the ship in a sticky gooey mess. The ship finally exploded, sending flaming shrapnel everywhere. Suddenly, a lance of plasma soared past his viewport, and he looked behind him and saw one of the suitlike ships had dropped onto his tail. Cursing wildly, he flipped onto his belly, and reoriented once again. The enemy ship was now above him, and he was going down. He twisted madly, jerked, faked, and swerved, but the determined ship stayed with him. Another shot flashed past, and he realized time was running out.

He slammed his foot down on the thruster peddle, flicked a switch, and sent his engines into redline. He gained 500 meters, then the ship started to gain again, so, as warning indicators flashed across his screen telling him of an iminenent engine meltdown, he twisted, rolled, and spiraled so that he now faced his pursuer. Unconsiouslly, he once again adjusted his orientation, so that he was now on a level plain with the enemy fighter. As they both charged, firing their cannons, he remembered an old fact. 50% of Stafigther Casualties occur on head on battles. Pushing the thought from his mind, he continued to fire, twisted, jerking and juking all the way. Superheated slugs slammed into the alien ship, causing semi-transparent ripples on the armor, but the lunatic just kept coming.

Funny coming from me, I don't even have shields right now.

Seconds from impact, he continued to fire, and wondered why the ship hadn't broken off yet. Then he realized, this guy was alot more expendable than he was. However, even expendable soldiers valued their own lives. Only those with crazy senses of honor were this suicidal--suddenly it all clicked. It was an elite piloting, not a brute, and must be some kind of power suit--no a bio suit. Cursing, he tried to break off but it was to late. Suddenly, a golden light flashed from the corner of his eye, blinding him, then suddenly, heat surrounded him, and then...it was over.

He shot out of the cloud of heat that the bio suit had left behind when it detonated and heard cursing in his ear.

"Jace you lously bastard, you almost got yourself killed." said Lisa Mill over the comm.

He smiled, then answered: "Thanks for the save, now please stop screaming in my ear."

She didn't stop, in fact her cursing intensified, until Major Stort put an end to it. Pipe down, you can settle this after the mission is done with. I just got a transmission from a corporal down on the ground. They said that a huge army is on its way to their position. We're going to thin it out a little bit."

Jace silently thanked the Major for saving his ass from Lisa, then signaled he had received and understood the order. Then, the bad feeling finally gone, he follow the major down into the atmosphere, leaving the bio suits far behind.

CAF Corporal Spartan 501

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Night had fallen by the time Lambda and G/06 Squads stumbled into the firefight along the UNSC firebase's perimeter. It had been a long hike from the downed Valiant Triumph to the smoky battlefield, but the SPARTANs still performed at peak condition. The Covenant attackers truly did not stand a chance in hell, as the supersoldiers ripped them apart with sniper fire, shredder rounds, and fragmentation grenades. Jared finished bashing in the skull of a Grunt and trudged through the blasted outer perimeter. He saw the Flood corpses and the piles of dead Marines and swore quietly. This would be another long fight in the string of long fights that made up his CSV. He hated Flood with a vengeance. Moving onwards, his weary eyes fell on Master Sergeant Holden. He flipped on his outer speakers. "Master Sergeant. What's your situation here? I've got five SPARTANs here that are waiting to help, and since I don't particularly want to take charge here, I'll just follow your suggestions."

 SPARTAN-091   HelmetComm undefined Juliet  17:55, 12 August 2007 (UTC)

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"Leave the humans, we must consentrat on the Brutes," yelled 'Konoyee over the radio as the heavy units started to take fire from the Brute Tarzans. Almost instantly the other bio-suits turned and started to fire on the Tarzans knocking serveral out of commision. The more bulky and slow moving bio-suits then opened fire on one of the Brute Destoryers as the more agile suits kept the Tarzans occupied. Streaks of brilliant, white-hot plasma pounded the side of the Destoryer, the sheilds started to flicker but did not die. Then another brust of plasma exited the nozzle of the heavy guns hitting the shield and further lowering the shields. They suits fired again this time nocking the shields completly out.

"Sir the shields are out," said one of the Heavy Bio-suits through his comm.

"Good we will now fire Plasma Torpedoes so get out of the way," 'Kenoyee said through the comm and turned around signaling to the crewmen to start loading the torpedoes. This was going to punch a hole right through those head strong Brutes.

"SPARTANs I have a mission for you," said the small holo image of Captain Ferris. Captain Ferris was talking to Fireteam Zulu on the holo emmiter which was standered issue for any SPARTAN in his fleet. The strange little device had been found by Captain Ferris after a large battle with the Covenant. He had given it to his father who ran Ferris Manufacturers, they had copied the technology almost perfectly now thsi was the way he commincated with his most covert soldiers.

"I need you to find Iota Seven she hasn't reported back since she left the city, if the worst has happened as i fear then bring back the body if you can, that is all," and with that the image of Captain Ferris dissappeared. The SPARTANs got on their bike and drove as fast as they could right off the hill the base was built on straight down to the city, they would start the search there.

-- Spartan-064 ,<font color="#D3D3D3">De <font color="#A9A9A9">ma <font color="#808080">kh <font color="#000000">is http://www.wikia.com/skins/common/progress-wheel.gif <font color="#A9A9A9">Reporting  •  <font color="#A9A9A9">Contributions   21:01, 12 August 2007 (UTC)

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As the 112th approached the planet, Jace's scanners began to pick up bio signs towards the equator of the planet. He also picked up CNI Transponders from troops down on the surface, and noted the positions of highest density. Jace kept in formation, which was a loose spread formation, with two rows of six, and watched as the bio signs grew stronger and stronger. Finally, they peaked so high that Jace literally could not detect anything else. They descended through the atmosphere, and once they reached the Troposphere, they found a very low fog front had descended to only two thousand meters above the ground, but completly eclipesd a nearly 30 mile area. They kept their course, and entered the thick fog. Switching off the bio sensors, as they were now overloaded, Jace switched to CNI Guidance, and kept a careful eye on the position of his wingmates. Finally, with a poof of the fog, they cleared it, and were in open sky. Then he saw them. There were hundreds of them, thousands, millions, pherhaps billions, a huge mass of sickly green forms, mutilated behond all belief. They swirled below him, their numbers dazzling and horrorifing. They moved slowly, and stretched on for over a thousand miles, marching towards the highest densities of CNI signals.

"Oh my god..." sputtered Daniel Thorp.

"The flood." said Jace.

"They must have ravaged the local animals...they must have consumed every biomass on the continent...and they probaly had a feeding ground here..." said Juliett Wagner.

They technically weren't supposed to know about the flood, but the squadron had contacts in admirality that let them know about classified things. They knew about dozens of things: The Spartan IVs, and their untimely demise, the Spartan II Class IVs, the Spartan IIIs, the forerunners, and many more. Top that off with several different ops where the flood got involved, they would have to be stupid not to recognize them imediatly. Jace sat still, unsure what to do next. But Major Stort did.

"One flight, on me, take the farthest south triquant, two flight take the fartheset east triquant, three flight, take the rest, use the Plasma Saturation Bombs, and lets wipe these bloaks out!"

The squadron split, and began dropping experimental plasma saturation bombs. These weapons completely ininerated everything within a mile and a half radius, and each of them carried 32 in their bomb bays. They were the most powerful non-nuclear bombing weapon the UNSC had, but they didn't have enough of them to get them into regular serivce. Fire rained from the heavens as the 112th dropped their payloads, and below, it showed. The bombs detonated, kiling thousands of flood, literally incinerating them in milliseconds. Mushroom clouds of plasma ballooned upwards, and superheated plasma melted the ice below, leaving craters miles deep in the ice. Each bomb killed millions, if not more, flood on impact, but the sheer numbers astounded Jace. How had they gotten so much bio-mass so quickly? He concluded that there must have been a huge population of underground animals.

It took twenty five minutes for them to finish bombing and regroup, and even after devasating around 576 miles of ground, there were still thousands of flood. This was way out of hand, they'd either have to meet the flood head on, or nuke the entire place from orbit. They continued to fly over the flood cloud, and took hundreds of sensor readings, feeding all the data back up to the fleet in orbit.

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"So, Janette, what's the situation?"

As the UNSC's Quick Response Team's 4th squad slowly descended towards the surface in their Pelican, CJ began to wonder why in particular they were being sent.

The UNSC had been throwing everything they had into battle, including the QRTs. They were the elites. The best soldiers in the Corps, and your best choice for an op short of a team of SPARTANs. But, the Spartans were already here. Why did they need his team?

He looked to his left and right. These nine men, and woman, of his had been through a lot. Something, however, worried him. Something seemed desperate about the message sent by the commander of the fleet. He wondered what the problem was.

"Oh."

He looked out the viewport of the Pelican to see a wasteland covered in snow and blood. However, that and the bodies didn't catch his eye; it was the massive Covenant army. He saw aliens of every shape and size marching towards 4th squad's destination: The UNSC Resupply station.

"Janette, you might want to step on it."

...

About a half hour later the team landed, with the Covenant mere minutes away.

"Ok, Janette, we're good to go. I suggest you get out here."

"Aye, sir!"

The Pelican slowly lifted off and turned, ready to leave...

It didn't. Without warning, Seraph and Banshee fighters from every direction appeared, and began launching plasma torpedoes at Janette, unable to fire back. In less than a second, her Pelican exploded in a ball of fire.

"Janette? Janette! Soldier, respond! I gave you an order!"

But he knew it was hopeless. She wasn't going to answer. She was gone. He turned to face his team.

"Soldiers, what say we get a little payback?" He said as he hefted his MA5C Assault Rifle.

"Ooh-rah, sir!" The entire team replied simultaneously.

"Well, then, lock and load. We've got a job to do, soldiers, and those Covenant won't just blow themselves up, now will they?"

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"Itis good to see you here Rapheal," said 'Vordyee as he stepped back from the etrance to the cave. They had made a base camp around the entrance, and three hundred elites stood gaurd in and around the camp most majors.

"Where is 'Ughmaee, he will be part of my lance also call up 30 majors to come in with us," said Rapheal as he pulled out his jin. The 30 majors gathered, 'Ughmaee came with red blood splashed over his armour and already supporting some new wounds.

"We will go in and always stay behind me when we reach the Vault set the explosives to max damage then if that does not break it open work away at it with you energy sword, is everyoen clear," yelled Rapheal as he put his hand on the door. A general roar told him they understood so he push. The door opened to reveal darkness yet again, put this time atleast 40 sentinels came out fireing. Rapheal jumped up and cleaved 2 of the straight thourgh be slahing the first one with her jin the useing the momentum to spin around and cleave the next one. 'Vordyee drew his enery sword and chucked it as hard a he could at a sentinel it hit it deactiving the sentinel instanly then jumoed up grabed the sword and pulled out his carbine and emptied a clip into the ones around them. 'Ughmaee pulled out two carbines and began to shoot both of them, he down maybe 4 in 2 clips. The rest were finished off be the 30 majors around them now 29. Dam a casualtie already and were not even inside thought 'Vordyee as the went inside to find the object the came here to look for. This Planet will hold many surprises yet to be discovered thought Rapheal as he walked down the metal catwalk looking down into a tunnel that held thousands and thousands of catwalks, the tunnel might go straight down to the core.

-- Spartan-064 ,<font color="#D3D3D3">De <font color="#A9A9A9">ma <font color="#808080">kh <font color="#000000">is http://www.wikia.com/skins/common/progress-wheel.gif <font color="#A9A9A9">Reporting  •  <font color="#A9A9A9">Contributions   13:48, 15 August 2007 (UTC)

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The odd collection of Spartans, Marines, and ODST's in what remained of the Command Center briefing room was the perhaps the strangest Riza had seen. Amazingly, everyone seemed to be getting along well, the Spartans and ODST's and the ODST's and Marines. Good, they'd all need cooperation if they were gonna win this war against these creatures which some of the Spartans said were called "Flood."The name certainly fit their tactic all right. Finally she laid down the map she had been carrying. "Gentlemen, this meeting has been called to determine a strategy to defeat these "Flood", if anyone can find one, the time is now." No one spoke, She went on "does anyone here actually know where they came from?" One of the Marine Sergeants spoke up "a couple bomber and fighter squadrons were kind enough to do recon for us, they reported a large....hole had opened up, sending Flood out in intelligible numbers." Riza considered this information, one of these Spartans said, "ma'am, perhaps a strike against the hole would be the right tactic, staying on defense will just give them time to muster more forces, but its your call." Another soldier, an ODST, said "ma'am, we've also had reports of thousands, perhaps millions of small and large flying robots in the immediate vicinity," "are they hostile in any way?" Riza asked him. "No ma'am, at least not to us, but I believe recon said they were fighting the Flood." Riza didn't know what the robots were or who had made them, but she was definately thankful for the help they were giving them. She decided for a few minutes on her course of action, then finally said "very well, were assaulting the Flood hole, get all the vehicles and soldiers we can, if the armory has an FURY Tac nukes, bring those too, we're leaving in half an hour, fall out!""Yes ma'am!" they all shouted. Riza rolled up the map and tucked it under her arm and strode out of the briefing room. "Nice speech," said a voice behind her, she looked around, Edward stood there, arms crossed, helmet off. Riza nodded, "when your the commander of a bunch of Marines, speech-making is something you gotta know.""I can see." Edward answered.

-- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 14:22, 15 August 2007 (UTC)

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QRT 4th squad had hastily set up a defensive perimiter around the base with the 2 dozen or so Marines stationed at the base.

The Covenant were approaching from the east, so a barricade was made of several dozen Warthogs, and every non-flammable material they could use to keep the Covenant out.

Of course, this was a temporary defense. It was only a matter of minutes at best before the Covenant broke through. But when they did, Duncan and McCully would use two MGs to mow down the first hundred or so through the door. Once they ran out of ammo, the Marines and the rest of the QRT would charge and face the Covenant close up. Meanwhile, CJ and Ricky, the only two efficient snipers on the team, would keep the rest of the team's backs covered, and pick off any high-ranking Covenant they could spot in the group.

...

10 minutes passed, and the barricade began to blow red. They'd be through any second. CJ just hoped his team was ready for the thousands of Brutes, Hunters, and who-knows-what else coming through that barricade.

The metal erupted in flame as an incendiary grenade burst through, and countless Grunts came streaming in. Duncan and McCully opened fire, cutting down hundreds, maybe thousands of them. As the last Grunt fell, the two Marines ran out of ammo. The Covenant knew this, and the Brutes began trickling in along with even more Grunts.

The entire group charged, tearing the first few ranks to shreds, and wounding those as far back as 40 feet past the barricade. It was an unending hail of bullets, and even the Brutes could only take so much. Then, Hunters came. They soaked up the bullets like sponges, without so much as flinching. They just kept coming, until they got so close nothing could dodge them.

Over 20 Fuel Rod Beams fired at once, killing 15 Marines, and Lopez, on the spot. CJ took aim and began firing, and along with Ricky, downed the Hunters in under a minute.

However, the Marines had taken a brutal blow from the Hunters, and the Covenant attacked with renewed vigor. The Marines fought valiantly, but were slowly pushed back. Soon enough, they found themselves trapped in the station's HQ, desperately holding off the Covenant army.

They had killed most likely thousands, and there were still thousands left.

CJ made a quick head count: 7 Marines, and his team, Minus Lopez and McCully.

''Damn. I've gotta think of a way to get out of here. There's no way we can win this.''

As he was still pondering, the Covenant broke down the door to the Station, and came pouring in...

-MasterGreen999

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"112th, break off and return to base!"

Major Stort's command came through slightly staticky over the comm, and Jace pulled up away from the flood horde and turned off his scanners. Settling into parade formation, Jace followed Major Stort as they headed back to base. Jace's Broadsword buffered and swayed in the harsh climate, despite it's powerful engine's and stabilizers, and Jace hoped with all his heart he would not have to dogfight in this snowstorm. Sighing, he clicked on his thermal scannners, and watched as the red blob that was command began to get ever closer. Several minutes later, he began to see the base's outline dimly through the heavy snowfall. The outline steadily became more visible, and then Jace took in his fighter. Swooping low over the base, the 112th soared in a lazy circle, signaling the base for permission to land.

"112th, you are clear to land." said a tired broadcaster on the other side, and Jace settled his fighter onto the landing pads, which were really not much more than elevated strips of metal. The pad was covered with ice, and as Jace settled down, his powerful stabilizer thrusters melted it to sludge. Flicking a switch to put the landing gear heaters on maximum thaw, so that the ice wouldn't reform, he made his way to the cramped back of the ship. Passing the weapons locker, he selected and MA5K Assault Rifle, his favorite weapon, and slung it over his shoulder. His had been modified for this mission with a snow white paint job, as had his AV suit and the rest of the 112th's AV suits. He reached the back, and pressed down the opening stud.

Cold frigid air flooded the Broadsword as the hatch opened and the ramp descended, and Jace shivered, and turned his Pilot AV suit up to maximum heating. Still cold, he descended the ramp and looked around. The 12 Broadswords of the 112th rested in a circle on elevated pads like Jace's. It was snowing as far as the eye could see, and the snow reached his knees. Thankful for the spacetight slightsuit, Jace cruched his way to the middle, where the others were gathering.

"...and the seal said, you sure all snowy!" said Matt Jacobs and Jack Moran simultaneously, and all the chatter stopped at the horrible joke. Sam Herrin gave a tiny chuckle, and the chatter continued. Jace looked around, and noted what everyone was doing. Lisa Mill, Juliett Wagner, Griff Dedman, and Daniel Thorp were gathered around a table playing cards, Jamie Merril and Jenson Cramer were observing and placing bets, Matt Jacobs and Jack Moran were joking amongst themsevles, and Major Stort and Juan Diego were looking over a holographic repersenatation of the flood horde and what appeared to be a giant hole. Walking over to join them, he listend to Major Stort speak.

"...where the flood appear to be coming from, and the source of our big herd of enemies. The ones we took down were feasting on an annual migration of animals to the equator, but most of them came from underground, where the vast majority of the animals live.  An assault is going to be spearheaded in about fifteen minutes.  I've had technicians replace our ordance with high yeild Moray Atmospheric Bombs, which cover about 200 square meters.  We'll be providing air support and...oh, hello Jace."

Jace walked up and looked over the holo more carefully, and Major Stort pressed a button on it. A simulated assault appeared, with the UNSC forces attacking the hole, and the 112th doing there best as air cover. Jace watched for several more seconds, then turned to Major Stort.

"What's our role sir?"

Major Stort grunted low in his throat, then spoke. "We'll be providing air cover and nuking the site if we have to. We all have a Shiva onboard, as you know,  but we need authroization to use it.  The target of the assault, as you may have gathered, is this hole."

Major Stort pointed to the simulation, and Jace nodded.

"I have sir." he responded.

"Good," said Major Stort. "Go and inform your flight about what's happening, Juan, you do the same. Get into your fighters and do some flight simulations of the battle, you'll need them."

With that, the Major turned and began typing on a small datapad he had with him, and Jace walked off and informed his flight of what he had learned.

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SPARTAN-064 jumped down onto his warthog, he had all the essentials for this mission shotgun, sniper rifle, assualt rifle, smgs, rocket launcher, battle rifle and his sword. Most of these weapons were stored in his bike in the weapon slots with a hell lot of grenades, if the time came when he would need to destory the bike it could go out with a bang, he put one more thing in 15 pounds of C12. Dam this was going to be one hard battle. He was to do recon that was his job, he drove off leaving the rest of the attacking force behind. He drove fast as he could, the Emergence Hole was only 80 miles away. As he sped along the ground under him began to shake, oh crap why didn't i just take the squad of marines with me, he thought to himself as a 5 meters wide, 10 meter long gaint flood worm blew itself out of the ground. He pulled out a magnum and shot were he thought the infection form would be. AS he shot pieces of green goo came out of the place he shot and a dead infection form fell out but the beast did not stop instead it reared up and tried to crush SPARTAN-064, the bike and the 15 pounds of C12 inside the bike. He just swerved out of the way before the beast fell. as he drove past this huge flood creature, he saw we killing only one was not enough. All over its body were little holes where infection forms had buried themselves, he pulled out a smg from one of the weapon slots on his bike and began to fill the creature with lead. This isn't helping I think i might need to pour boxes of bullets into this thing before it dies, he thought as he emptied his first clip into the thing. his second didn't do anything to slow it down ethier he just kept circling it puouring more and more lead it the colossal thing. After fireing 5 clips of smg ammo into the thing, he decided to switch tatics. He put the smg away and drove off away from the flood worm. He parked the bike and straped a rocket launcher to his back and took a assualt rifle, the procced to take as much ammo as possible. By this time the worm had figured ot what had happened, as he raced towards his soon would-be comrade lots of FMJ rounds pierced its thick layer of outer skin and hit the little flood inside him. He was not hurt by this but insted enraged and moved even faster towards the human. SPARTAN-064 pulled out his rocket launcher and took aim, firing it and jumping to the side at the same time. The worm sped full speed into the rocket, which proceed to zoom down it's throat, hitting the stomach and detonating. Part of the worms body exploded and the infection forms were at a minimal. SPARTAN-064 finally fired his assualt rifle killing the rest of the infecion forms, he walked back to the bike and put his weapons away. Lets just hope i don't run into another one of those he thought as he drove on to his objective.

-- Spartan-064 ,<font color="#D3D3D3">De <font color="#A9A9A9">ma <font color="#808080">kh <font color="#000000">is http://www.wikia.com/skins/common/progress-wheel.gif <font color="#A9A9A9">Reporting  •  <font color="#A9A9A9">Contributions   03:21, 17 August 2007 (UTC)

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The sheer metal tide of UNSC vehicles pressed forward through the snow, all of them intent on getting to the obejctive, The Hole. Progress was slow, and looking around, Riza realized just how few troops they had. With luck, their firepower would be enough to halt the Flood. At least she hoped so. Shaking a small buildup of snow off her shoulder, she opened the Warthogs glove compartment and pulled the map of the region out, along with a pen. The situation was getting as stable as she could make it, A Spartan had gone on recon, A ship squadron called the 112th would provide support and might nuke the Hole if the Ground forces couldn't close it. She made a mental note to thank the 112ths squadron leader. She started to mark a couple places on the map, specifically the Hole and their current position. They were surprisingly closer than she had thought. So their progress hadn't been so slow. She patted the MA5B beside her for reassurance, the trek continued for another hour or so, then a small voice beside her "Master Sergeant?" She looked over, the driver had stopped the Warthog and pointed to the rest of the strike force, everyone had stopped and formed a perimeter around the Hole. She disembarked and called all the other high-rankers over. "We'll set up our perimeter here," she waited for the soldiers to nod, then continued "Set up all our artillery, machine gun emplacements, everything, along here," she pointed with a white gloved finger, the others nodded, "now lets move out," she said calmly, and nodded, "yes, Master Sergeant," the Marines and answered and ran off to give her orders. She sighed and looked at the Hole, a sickly green light emanated from it. She looked up to see a number of Broadswords swoop low over the ground. They had all the forces they could get, now it was time to win this war.

-- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 14:23, 17 August 2007 (UTC)

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Jace let out a small whoop as he brought his flight down low over the convoy, so close that on his underbelly camera, which Jace could view directly in his mind like a kind of third eye thanks to an advanced neural interface, he could see several drivers yell out or point at the matte black broadswords.

"Three Flight tighten it up!" yelled Jace, and thw formation became closer and closer until their wings were nearly touching.

Swooping down over the white snow, Jace saw his tacmap refresh, showing where the UNSC perimeter would be. Looping back up into the sky, Jace hovered for a moment and watched the convoy continue to chug forward. He smiled, and looked out at the plain of snow, which was finally visible now that it had stopped actively snowing. Jace wondered why, but he guessed it had something to do with the flood. Sighing, Jace clicked his comm once again, and resumed his patrol.

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The ear-shattering roar of the artillery barrage on the hole continued for roughly 15 minutes until Riza had COMmed them and ordered a halt. She brought her binoculars to her eyes and scanned the hole, the sickly green light continued to emanate, their main tactic, clog the hole, didn't seem to be working well. She lowered her binoculars and pointed forward, the artillery began to fire again, after 10 more minutes there was a slight cascade of rock, but the sound of it was soon lost as it fell down. She turned to see a Marine standing there, saluting, "at ease," she said, then she asked "how much did recon get outta this area?" Apparently, that was what the Marine had come to report, "Master Sergeant, when Spartan-064 got here, he reported that the hole looked....at least half mile long," "I'll be goddamned..." she whispered to herself, she looked at the Marine, "would that depth get us near the core?" the Marine nodded, she sighed and looked at the hole, a slight movement caught her eyes...."Red Alert!" she shouted, all the UNSC forces jumped at the sudden break of silence and scrambled to their places, tanks and turrets were manned, artillery batteries were given new shells, and rifles were leveled at the Hole, Riza looked up to see the Broadswords swerve to look down at the Hole. The small movement grew into a figure, and gradually the figure grew into... "Hundreds," Riza mumbled to herself. This was going to be a long night...

Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 18:12, 17 August 2007 (UTC)

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"Two Flight, break it down and strafe!" Yelled Jace as hundreds of the flood came pouring out, and their ear piercing shrieks filled the night, hearable even through the Broadswords armor.

Jace rolled downward, firing his 180mms at the columns of flood streaming up, slicing and boiling into their pulpy green flesh. The stream of superheated gunfire continued, and Jace's swept low over the snow, where the flood were charging with horrifying speed at the marine line. His cannons continued to fire, spilling hundreds of shots out per second, and as he strafed barely twenty feet above the flood, dozens-no hundreds exploded into boiling pieces. Jace banked and climbed over the marine line, then swept around and surveyed the battlefield. The flood were five hundred meters from the marine line, and had already covered twice that distance. The marines fire shot out, and hundreds fell under MG fire and artillery. But the supply seemed endless, and more continued to charge out of the hole, as if sensing how close food was.

"Two flight, use ASGM-11s, blow holes in those zombie bastards!" bellowed Jace, and the three others of the flight swooped low behind him, and each of them fired off ASGMs.

Mushroom clouds of superheated water and mutilated flesh shot upwards as the missiles impacting, gouging huge holes in the swarms of flood. Swooping down and firing a burst with his 180mms, Jace pitched onto his side and blasted upwards. Rolling in the sky, he executed a lazy roll back towards the battle. Jace watched as the flood charged on, seemingly oblivious to the missiles raining from the sky and the wall of lead that the marines were laying down. Just single minded hunger for flesh. The others of the 112th swooped and rolled, pitched and climbed, strafed and bombed, killing hundreds and the marines kept up their walls of lead; huge shells blew holes into the oncoming hordes, and gunners cut flood bodies to mutilated ribbons.

Jace glanced downward, and saw dozens of flood make it within fifty meters of the marines. Looking again into the swirling mass of sickly green flesh, he wondered how long they could keep their defense up. Not much longer by his calculations. Jace looked down at his bio scanners and swore colorfully. There was enough bio mass down that hole to keep this up for days, long after the UNSC expended all the ammunition they had. Closing his eyes, he accelerated skyward after another strafing run, and clicked his comm.

"This is Flight Officer Third Class Jace Williams to ground forces, come in, repeat, this is Demon Five in command of Flight Two, I'm reading huge bio signs inside that hole, enough to keep this up for days. I'm recommending aggressive action; repeat, I recommend a direct attack on the hole to plant a Shiva nuke and seal it.  Be advised, I am carrying a Shiva on my ship, and are trained on how to convert it to a tactical device that can be carried by ground forces."

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Jared let the clip fall from his MA5C's chamber, then slammed a fresh one home. He hated the Flood with a vengeance, and wondered why in the whole wide universe they had to be everywhere. The infection forms had overwhelmed the advance UNSC force, and Master Segeant Holden had asked his squad to punch up the right flank.

So many. All over. They just kept pouring out, bouncing, pirouetting, leaping to attack. Nicole let a grenade fall in the middle of a group of about one hundred and, with a black puff of smoke, the obscene balls of flesh vanished, only to be replaced by more.

"This isn't working," she grunted, blasting another cluster of charging infections. "They're not stopping. And they don't ever seem to run out!"

Jared, hand pressed to the side of his helmet, replied to the all-frequency broadcast that Demon Five had made.

"Demon Five, Demon Five, this is SPARTAN-091. My team can rendezvous with you at any location to pick up your converted Shiva. Recommend that you land in grid Charlie 4-9, northwest of the Hole for easiest access.  My team will carry the nuke in. Confirm, over."

Flipping the channel, he radioed in to MSGT. Holden.

"Master Sergeant, recommend that you withdraw all troops from the Hole. This situation just got a lot more interesting."

 SPARTAN-091   HelmetComm undefined Juliet  01:10, 18 August 2007 (UTC)

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A flood combat form leaped up, catching Riza off guard, she leveled her MA5B and fired a 30 round burst into it, it fell limp and fell to the ground. She clicked her COM, "Roger that, Demon Five, I'm authorizing the usage of the nuke, drop it at at the easiest access point, have a team bring it in and drop it down into the Hole, with luck, the Hole will cave in and the bastards will be stuck under it." She listened as Demon Five gave an affirmative, another frequency came in, it was coming from a "SPARTAN-091", she listened. "Master Sergeant, recommend that you withdraw all troops from the Hole." "Affirmative 091, are you gonna bring that nuke in?" "Affirmative," the Spartan answered, Riza detected determination and anticipation in his voice. She clicked her COM again, establishing a frequency for all the UNSC in the area. "We are abandoning our assault on the Flood Hole, all forces withdraw, a tactical nuke is being deployed, all forces withdraw!" The Marines all acknowledged her message and fired a final salvo of their weapons, tearing hundreds of Flood to shreds. She raised a COM frequency with Spartan-091, "looks like this is gonna depend on you."

-- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 03:51, 18 August 2007 (UTC)

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"What are these things!" Yelled the Nakai Sergeant as the nakai unit fought off the flood. A wave of concentrated purple lasers flew through air cutting down a wave of combat and infection forms. "There is no falling back! These creatures choose to battle the Alliance and they will be slain." Yelled the nakai captain The constant stream of lasers kept the flod at bay. Even though they were outnumbered they would fight to the end.

Vice Admiral Falconi look at the covenant ships from the bridge of the UNSC Passchendaele. The massive UNSC Battle Cruiser opened fire with its MAC guns. It was one of the most powerful ship class ever made. It was probably even more poerful than a Super carrier. It had much more MAC guns though. "Sir! Team Murmillo is returning from the surface of the planet. They have some news that they say you might want to hear." Said the Ensign on the comm stations. "Okay bring them in." Replied the Admiral.

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"Hold this position we need to protect Union City" said Pilot Leader Vermon to his group of 10 Jumenga pilots. They were all equiped with spider suits and were holding the flood as best the could. They fired another salvo of explosives at the combat and infection forms coming at them.

"Sir we need reinforcement asap," yelled one of the pilots through the comm.

"I now we sent out a message for Ark'her they seem to not be effected by these things," Pilot Leader Vermon to the rest of his squad as the y fired the laser protruding out of the bottom of the suit. They fired another explosive salvo, but the flood where still gaining. Then something horrible happened, a flood infection form jumped onto the suit and went into one of the exhaust pipes. It crawled all the way to the fuel line then went into the engine and popped out infront of the pilot. The pilot and 5 seconds to think at the most, he pulled out his pistol and fired burning a hole straight through the infection form but also into the fuel deposit. With an enormous explosion the suit flew ten feet then dropped down crushing some flood.

"Dammit don't let those things near you," yelled Pilot Leader Vermon to his squad as they backed furher towards the train station that lead to Union City and all other cities that the Alliance had built.

Rapheal stared at what looked like hundreds fo Sentinels that were deactived, strange thoght Rapheal as he picked one up. He threw in down and continued on, they needed to get to the Vault no matter what. They had lost only 2 elites so far and had ventured made 6000 kilometers into the planet. They had walked down to many catwalks to counted, riding dozens of elevators. Soon Rapheal thought as they entered another elevator. This elevator was different, it didn't take them down a couple kilometers like the rest. This one looked like it went down hundreds of thousands of kilometers. Right to the core thought Rapheal as he called for a ammo check this elevator ride would take awile. They sat there in silence till a sentinel flew right beside the elevator, it stoped and the glass planels on each side opened up. Then swarms of sentinels came, the elites didn't need promtining, they pulled out their carbines and began fireing, chucking the occasional grenade into the swarms. After useing abot 3 clips each they could she the sentinels startign to thin out and the elevator started to move again. Apparently after most of the sentinels where ogne the security thoguht the inturders where dead. To make sure this didn't happen again Rapheal stuck out his arm to the floor select, I can't believe I forgot about this Thought Rapheal as the elevator stuck a needle into his arm draining a little bit of blood. It was silient for a second then beeped to confirm identification accepted. This body was useful for something after all then.

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The Remains of the 4th QRT trudged through the snow, starving, and bleeding. They had escaped the massive Covenant force, but at a terrible price.

They had found a nuke among the supplies, and had decided to use it. Arnie and Jimmy volunteered to stay behind and arm the nuke. 5 Marines also stayed to hold off the Covenant while the nuke was being armed.

Less than 20 minutes later, a massive explosion had knocked the escaping team off of their feet.

It had been nearly a day since that moment, and CJ was beginning to worry they might never see another UNSC base again. As these thoughts crossed his mind, he heard something up ahead. As the Team crossed over the hill, they looked upon probably the most horrific site they had ever seen.

A gigantic hole had ripped open in the ground, and thousands of sickly, green creatures were coming out. Coming towards them.

Ricky commented first.

"Goddamn, I wish Janette was still alive."

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"Demon Five, Demon Five, this is SPARTAN-091. My team can rendezvous with you at any location to pick up your converted Shiva. Recommend that you land in grid Charlie 4-9, northwest of the Hole for easiest access. My team will carry the nuke in. Confirm, over."

"Roger that 091. This is Demon 5, I am landing at grid Charlie 4-9.  Over."

Jace took his Broadsword in down low, skimming so close over the snow that his jetstream through it off to the side of the ship in huge heaps, and that his powerful engines left rivers of water in his wake, which froze barely seconds after he passed. Not bothering to look out his cockpit, he brought up his tacmap to view the battle, as it would give a more consistent picture. As he studied it so meticously, he rolled past an outcropping in the snow and looped into the air, searching for Grid Charlie 4-9. Suddenly, he found it, and he closed the tacmap and rolled downward. Skimming once again, he located it and landed, and the ship sank deep into the snow. Frowning, he set the stabilizers on low, and the ship rose, until it looked like it was a boat floating on water. With a smile, Jace made his way aft and pocketed two dozen clips of ammmunition into pockets on his snow white AV suit, and grabbed his MA5K and a M6G pistol. Just in case, he also grabbed a couple frags.

Now feeling more like a marine than a pilot, Jace moved into the side compartment housing the nuke and typed in a code to release it unarmed outiside the door out onto the snow. Then, ungrafetul he would once again have to leave his cockpit, Jace opened the hatch and walked out into the snow. The sounds of war hit his ears like gunshots. Artillery fire, MGs, and other things against thr floods ear curtling screams. Jace walked around to the front of the ship and found a group of Spartans standing ahead of him, looking at the uncoverted Shiva.

Staring up at their titanlike forms, Jace found himself in awe. He had seen spartans before, sometimes even in action, but never up close. Even while he admired them, he walked over to the Shiva and began to convert it to the tactical handheld device they needed. Jace removed the outer sheathing, punched in the authorization code, removed the core detonator and the core itself. Removed the extra atmospheric enhancer, filtered the core into the handheld core, punched in another code, sealed it, and placed the detonator on it. The process took five minutes of excruiatingly close attention to detail, and even while still paying close attention to the Spartans. Sighing at last, he lifted himself up on to his feet and grabbed the Shiva TacNuke and walked over to the Spartans.

"You 091?" asked Jace

But before the Spartan could answer. The world turned upside down. A tidal wave of snow and ice fragments exploded from the ground, glittering in the sunlight, and Jace was thrown to the side by the force of the impact, and he dropped the Shiva. Buried under a thin layer of snow, Jace kicked and broke the surface, and rolled out of his snowy haven, and autmomatically reaching for his MA5K, he caught his first glimpse of his attacker. It was giant and wormlike, and Jace guessed it was what the recon Spartan had said attacked him, or at least close. Leveling his MA5K, Jace fired on full auto, and Armor Peircing Rounds tore into the creature's tough hide. The Spartans opened fired as well with MA5C Assault Rifles, and shots tore into the huge worm.

Dead infection forms fell by the dozens, but Jace was after something different, the Shiva. Looking around, he spotted a metal glint out of the corner of his eye, and rolled forward and sprinted. Then, just feet away from the box, he heard a rumble, and the ground began to shake. Jace lost his footing and fell in front of the Shiva, cursing colorfully. Jace looked up, his face covered in cold wet snow, and looked out towards the falling back marine line.

Huge flood worms burst from the ground, some smaller, some larger, and attacked. Marines and infantry fell by the dozens, falling to the ground as the huge flood worms swiped huge tails across them or being swallowed whole by wormy maws. The marines, now distracted by the flood worm assault, could no longer hold back the flood, and mismatched mutilated animal forms and billions of infection forms broke through, killing many. Suddenly, a hundred successive boom!s exploded behind Jace, and he looked back and saw a Broadsword strafe the worm attacking Jace. 180mm superheated rounds tore into the great worm's flesh, burning huge holes into it, and peircing it through a dozen times. The Spartans ran and ducked into a snowy trench that Jace's landing had made, and Jace did the same and flattened himself in the snow. The huge worm roared and twisted its mutilated form around and Jace watched in horror as the worm, in its death throes, went limp and crushed his Broadsword.

"Shit!" exclaimed Jace, and he ran to the Broadsword to find the engine assembly crushed and the thing snowed in.

He looked up into the sky and saw other members of the 112th fighting back the worms with their 180mms, and saw that the marines were organizing and making a stand. Jace twisted to see the ship that had saved them, and saw that Major Storts personalized marks to his ship were vaguely visible on the back. Jace watched as Major Stort descended, and then felt the ground shake once more...and saw another huge worm crawl out of the hole, barely fitting. It dragged itself out, and was almost a mile long when it reached it's full extension. It reared its ugly head at Major Stort, and with a sound that sounded like a burp on a loudspeaker, spit hundreds of carrier forms at his longsword. It continued to crawl forward, and it fully cleared the hole. Major Stort was in trouble though. The carrier forms exploded unmericlesly against the Broadswords armor and shields, damaging the engines. Major Stort rapidly lost altitude, and with a scream, Jace saw his fighter fly down into the hole, flaming. But no explosion followed. Jace felt his insides grow cold, and he felt his mouth go dry. Major Stort...he couldn't be dead....wasn't dead... The 112th had never lost a man in its history, and Jace had never been close to anyone but them and his family...he had never experienced death...and in the rush of different emotions, he knew what he had to do.

"This is Acting Squadron Leader Jace Williams of the 112th Naval Squardon, all 112th members, focus firepower on those worms, specifically the big one, and to Master Sargent Riza, may I have permission to lead a search and rescue effort into the hole?"

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It was a risky plan, it could be considered suicidal, but Demon 5 seemed to sound genuinely sound concerned in the missing pilots' fate. Also, they definately needed every man they could use for fighting, "Demon Five, permission granted on a search and rescue, the UNSC battle force will keep its perimeter along the hole and keep those worms away." Demon Five gave her an affirmative. Riza jumped down from her position on the back of a Warthog and hit her COM, opening another frequency to the Marines "look alive people!" she barked, "we're giving one of our flyboys and a squad of Spartans some cover from those worms!" The UNSC line, which had begun to settle down, suddenly scrambled back into action, Guns manned, Artillery and vehicles prepared, the fight wasn't over yet, in fact, it seemed to be just beginning. More worms burst from the ground, screeching and growling, then began to make their way towards the UNSC battle force. The line of Marines opened fire, artillery shells sailed through the air, a couple even beheading some of the worms. Machine gun fire chattered and tracers connected with the worms flesh, cutting it to pieces. After a while, no more worms rose. The Battle Force sighed a large breath of relief. It was short lived though. With a rumble in a crash, something rose from the snow. It was a worm, but it was far larger than the others. Riza couldn't estimate its length. "Shit," she muttered and hefted her Assault Rifle.

-- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 00:32, 19 August 2007 (UTC)

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The 4th QRT watched in shock and awe as what could be described as billions of Flood marched out of the hole, and charged off in all directions. The team put their training to good use, and dug a hole into the snow to hide in and get away from the rapidly approaching Flood.

They kept digging, but suddenly the ground broke beneath them and they fell into a large cavern. They followed a series of tunnels, until they came upon a very large chamber. Inside, was probably the most disgusting two-headed plant you'd ever see.

"Command? We found something. Something big."

But that was all he could say. In less than a second, the creature began chanting in some demonic, ancient tongue, and everything went black.

-MasterGreen999

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One of the Dualmind's heads turned to face the Humans, and knocked them unconcious with a large tentacle. The chanting continued, growing louder and louder, and Sentinels could still be seen attempting to kill the Command Form. While the other recited the poem, a head laughed coldly, the floor strewn with fallen Sentinels, and the endless flood continuing.

"Activate protocol 4523-7. Purge the planet. Leave nothing alive..." Decrepit Valor muttered, and he finished; "including the Reclaimers"

-- Monitor  of Installation-07 CommunicationsContributions

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Edward rolled, barely escaping the Giant Worm as it crashed itself into the ground. He hefted his Assault Rifle and fired the whole clip into the Worms' head. No visible effect showed. Edward swore silently and pulled out a Frag grenade, but realized there was no use for it. The Worm had reared up and pulled itself out of the ground, It gave a screech which made Edwards ears ring. He ran through the line of UNSC, which had grown into complete chaos, looking for some heavier weapons. He finally found a Spnkr, with only 4 rockets left. Edward took aim, he found something which he could only assume was the Worms' face, he targeted it. He squeezed the trigger twice. Twin plumes of fire raced through the air, impacting on the Worms' face. It reared back and growled, then launched itself at the battle force.

The Giant Worm reared back and growled. Holding her MA5B with one hand, Riza cupped the other one over one of her ears, drowning out some of the sound. She looked back up at the Worm, it had launched itself at the battle force. At her. Riza froze on the spot. Even if she tried to move, the Worm was so fat it would crush her anyway. She stayed where she was, ready to put some damage into it before it killed her, she raised her Assault Rifle, ready to fire, when something heavy hit her, she tumbled through the snow and heard the crash as the Worm collided with the ground. She opened her eyes, whatever had hit her had gone. She looked around. An armor-clad figure stood there, a Rocket Launcher in hand. She looked at the number tag on his armor: 077. He nodded to her "wasn't about to let you get crushed, would've been a real hassle if we had to appoint a new leader of the ground forces," Riza could almost see his grin through the armor. She smiled and nodded, then keyed her COM. "112th? is it possible an airstrike could be carried out on the Worm? ground forces are ineffective."

-- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 01:17, 20 August 2007 (UTC)

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"112th? is it possible an airstrike could be carried out on the Worm? ground forces are ineffective."

Flight Officer Second Class Lisa Mill, the acting commander of her flight after Major Stort's crash heard the radio clearly over her comm.

"Roger that Riza, Flight One, form on me and launched levins on my mark!" yelled Lisa, her voice soft but determined.

"Fire!" she yelled, and golden plumes of flame shot forward into the worm, burrowing several feet into its rotting flesh before detonating.

Huge chunks of rotted, steaming meat rained down apon the groundforces, who cheered nontheless. Lisa mentally transmitted the order to pull up through her Neural Lace; she was the best in the squadron at sending battle orders through the interface. As her flight broke apart and headed off to seperate targets, she raked her 180mms across the flood lines, shredding their disgusting bodies bodies to smoking pieces. She would've gagged in revulsion, if she was a different woman. Her face grim, she looped around and repeated the process.

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The four Spartans emptied an entire round of their fastest firing weapons at the billions of Flood forms, to no visible effect. Lambda Leader quickly got on the comm, only to find it has been scattered by some jamming device.

"Erebus, bypass the scrambler and ask for an orbital strike at the Flood origin coordinates," said Lambda Leader, motioning his comrades to retreat.

"Copy that. It will take a minute to tight-beam a request. Bypass commencing."

Yoshi turned around and fired upon what appears to be a Flood battle form - a ODST whose battle armor has been ripped open at the torso for a Flood form to squeeze into and to use as a puppet. The BR-55 rounds quickly downed the former ODST, ending the puppet performance for that particular Flood. Another down... Billions to go. In the distance, the Flood worm could be heard bellowing as UNSC forces attempt to destroy it.

--Dubtiger 15:05, 20 August 2007 (UTC)

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A strange rain of Giant Worm parts fell down onto the UNSC battle force, who were cheering their heads off at their victory. It had come at a cost though. Edward walked through the snow casting looks at the dead soldiers and wrecked vehicles. He bent down and inspected a Giant Worm part that had fallen in front of him. The flesh was rotting and looked mutated, not the normal characteristics of a Arctic IV Worm. Had it gotten taken down by the Flood? It must've taken a lot of them to do it. He gazed at the sky, a couple Broadswords swooped over. Edward looked over at the Hole, a few wisps of sickly green mist still rose, someone had crashed into there and the UNSC leaders were starting to doubt his survival. Still, they weren't giving up. He walked for a while, continuing to look over the destruction. Something nagged at his mind, something he couldn't quite explain, when he had seen Riza about to get crushed by the Worm, a...impulse had told him to immediatly save her. This impulse had happened several times to him, but this one seemed...different, stronger, more...Enough, he told himself. He'd ponder that later, for now, he'd just keep walking.

"Which is why I believe a strike of the Flood tunnels should be out priority," Riza tapped the spot on the map which represented the tunnels with her Combat Knife. One of the Marine Staff Sergeants spoke up "but, Master Sergeant, what if they turn out to be too much for our force, you can't load vehicles into their, and without that support, fighting the Flood is futile!" "But perhaps its not, Riza tapped where the Hole was on the map, a number of tunnels lead into the Hole, and a number lead out, recon teams report their big enough for 3 Scorpions to drive in, side by side." The Marine Staff Sergeant spoke up again, "but getting them down would definately be a hassle," Riza countered it "our Warthogs and Mongooses show enough strength in their structure to survive the drop into the Hole, our tanks and artillery will stay out here, thats where you come in, Sergeant," the Staff Sergeant looked surprised, "your staying out here and making sure nothing gets into the Hole, any enemies that approach are to be eliminated on sight, the rest of us are entering the Hole and attacking the Flood Hives, we're going to hit them where it hurts, just like they did to Base, we're leaving in 30 minutes, gear up and suit up, lets move!" she barked, "yes Master Sergeant!" they all answered.

-- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 16:35, 20 August 2007 (UTC)

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The UNSC forces continued to cheer. They had won against the ugly worm.SPARTAN-064 heard the cheer of his comrades, but he was not happy himself. No he had found something worse happening.

"Command this is SPARTAN-064 we have a problem," said SPARTAN-064 into the comm while still staring at the ground.

"We are kinda busy right now SPARTAN-064," said Riza into the comm with sounds of talking in the background.

"I found something important, the start of another Emergence Hole," said SPARTAN-064 into the comm staring at the slowly falling away ground, but flood did not come out of this hole instead hundreds of thousands of sentinels began streaming out the ground unable to keep them any longer.

Iota Seven wondered how long she would be on this god-damned planet before they took her to the ship. Well maybe it was lucky that they haven't taken her yet so that a rescue party could still locate her. As she thought that she heard the familiar sounds of BR55 battle rifle fire and several of the elites fell down dead with bullets through their brains. The Lekgolo pair charged at the three SPARTANs standing there they tried to melee them but they quickly side steped and got behind the hunters. The hunters quickly turned to face them but one was shot in the back with a sniper rifle. The other inraged jumped at the three SPARTANs standing there, smashing its large cannon into the ground it roared. Then two more shots hit it in the fleshy part of it back. The sniper had hit it while it was jumping making it fall forward sliding to right infront of the three SPARTANs.

"Who are you?" asked Iota Seven as the SPARTANs began to pull out the needles in her joints.

"We are Fireteam Zulu and we has tracked you down from the city, but we can't talk now we have to go help the effort at the Emergence Hole," said SPARTAN-147 as she ran back to her bike. Iota Seven assumed to get on the back of that bike and they drove off from the dead Covenant bodies. They met up later with the sniper that had killed the Hunters, she was a SPARTAN too. As they neared the Hole they saw that it wasn't just flood anymore.

"Holy Crap," said Iota Seven as she looked at the slaughter.

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Where in the hell am I?

The thought that came to him was one that he had thought many times before, and as he layed on the crumped metal wreckage, he opened his eyes, looked out, and saw the ugliest thing he had ever seen. He knew what it was of course, had seen them before, but always from high above, and always with a fighter full of firepower at his despsosal. Then suddenly it all came back to him, and he rolled out of the way as glass shattered around him, hand instinctively going for his sidearm, and opening up with a hail of bullets...

Jace wondered what in the hell had come over him, but figured it was to late to stop now. Riding in the sideseat of the warthog with his MA5K at his side, a M90 Shotgun slung over his back, and an M6G Pistol in the holster at his side, the frigid cold air not penetrating his suit now that his helmet was on, he sighed, and looked back at the back of the 'Hog.

A four man squad of special snow cold assault troops that were coming with him sat in the turret's troop bay of the outdated M850 B Snow 'Hog, prepping weaponry and looking ready to begin their deadly clash with the flood. Jace thought back to his intensive training years ago, and unconsciously his Neural Interface highented those memories, enhanced those muscle memories. Smiling, he checked the MA5K one last time, and secured the drop-line attached to his waist, and watched as the ETA timer counted down to deployment. Outside the enclosed hatch, Jace watched other 'Hogs driving forward as the vanguard of the assault.

At five seconds,he racked a round into the MA5K chamber, and unbuckled his safety restraints. The timer hit zero and the door to his side opened, and Jace ducked out, his MA5K shouldered an in prime position. He heard gunfire as SCAT troops poored out of Snow Hogs, and loud thumps as Jace's squadron swooped by overhead, 180mms cutting down flood hordes as they poored out. Jace watched a combat form jump out of the hole and land behind him, and he swung around and fired a burst straight into it's chest, turning it into a cloud of rotted meat. Suddenly, Jace felt a strong and sudden urge to duck, and as his traing kicked in, he did, narrowly evading the flashing tentacle wips of a combat form.

Flattening himself into the snow, Jace looked up at it's huge mass and let loose an auto burst shredding the form to literal peices. Slinging the MA5K over his shoulder and cocking the M90, Jace fired a shell straight into a combat form, cocked it, and fired again, cutting down another. Jace, with adrenaline pumping through him and the Mk. 3 interface pumping in muscle strenghing steroids, swung the butt the M90 around-and though he did not kill the combat form, he pushed it off the edge and into the abyss below.

Jace switched to the MA5K, and firing it one handed, threw the drop-line's holder into the near the edge of the hole, where it dug into the ground and burrowed safely inside. Switching to both hands and reloading the MA5K, Jace watched as dozens of SCAT troops jumped into the hole, drop lines twanging as above marines clashed and fought in a deadly battle that looked more like a brawl than an organized fight. Jace took a deep breath and jumped down into the hole, plunging into the darkness, where only flashes of gunfire lit the area...

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Jared was surprised that the pilot, ''what was his name? Jace- that was it...'', actually wanted to venture down into the hellhole of a pit. The nuke, safe in his armor's backpack/container, felt heavy, like the burden it should be. He stood, Nicole at his side, at the rim of the pit, staring into the abyss below. That's where they were going. An old husk of poetry, one that Déja had taught him, rattled around his consciousness.

''Half a league, half a league, half a league onward...

Into the Valley of Death...''

Without any more pause, the SPARTAN leapt into the hole, the hazy fog of the Flood nest encompassing his body. With a thump, he landed on the pit's floor, his armor and reinforced bones absorbing the shock of the fall.

"Ease off there, hotshot," Juliet whined, "We're both sharing this body, remember?"

The noxious smells of death and decay, rot and disease, flooded his helmet. A lesser man would have gagged, but the supersoldier had been exposed this stench before. Flipping on his helmet atmosphere scrubbers, he played the beam of his helmet light around the area. There was Jace, along with a small squad of Marines. The SPARTAN, sensing the pilot's nervousness, gave the younger man a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Letting out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding, Jared turned to Nicole. "Are you ready for this?"

"Never been more ready for anything else in my life. Let's do this."

Together they turned and moved cautiously into the tunnel before them, the firefight raging behind. This is what every SPARTAN lived for.

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"Dammit can't we kill a Giant Worm and have at least a couple hours before we gotta fight again!?" A Marine corporal beside Edward said. The metal cloud of floating robots surged out of the second Hole, gliding as one. Bigger ones came out too, ones with enourmous shields that blocked the entire front of them. A voice came through on the COM, it was Riza. "Hold your fire, Marines, as of yet, we don't know if their hostile or not, best to let them decide which alliance their on," Edward knew Riza's point and understood it well. Don't attack an enemy until you know who they are. He glanced back at the Flood Hole, a team had went into its depths to cave some of the Flood tunnels in, a couple others were going to be left open to let the UNSC invade them. A good plan considering the limited resources they had. Edward turned his head back to the second Hole, robots continued to glide out, then suddenly, all of them turned to look at the Humans. Everything was silent. Then, they fired, thousands upon thousands of lances of golden fire surged towards the UNSC force. The UNSC did the only thing they could in their current state. They fired. The two seperate forces' weapons collided with one another. Then, everything was chaos.

-- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 23:57, 20 August 2007 (UTC)

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Lisa Mill looked out and saw the robots open fire on the humans, and she groaned. She mentally sent her thoughts to her flight, but then to her surprise, several dozen of the sentinels gained altitude and headed straight for her flight, firing all the way. They didn't need any orders. They broke formation and began dogfighting the robots, cutting them to melted peices with their superheated 180s, but the sheer numbers were overwhelming. Dozens after dozens of the robots poured out of the hole, and other holes began emerging in the snow. Gritting her teeth, Lisa kept up the fight, silenetly wondering what would happen next.

Deep inside the tunnels, his eyes working fine in the darkness and fog due to his Neural Interface interfacing with his AV suit's sensors, Jace crept forward, his M90 shouldered, his senses alert for even a flicker of movement. Behind him, he could sense the SCATs moving forward, and uncosciously using his sensors, he found the Spartans were in a seperate passageway several feet below them. Jace peered out into the darkness, eyes scanning for movement. In front of him, the tunnels abruptly seperated and sloped downward steeply. Activating his comm with a thought, Jace transmitted to 091.

"091, do you read? Flight Officer Third Class Jace Williams transmitting.  Is it deep enough to deposit the nuke at your location?"

Jace got no response almost a minute later, so he tried again.

"I repeat, 0-9-1, is it deep enough to deposit the NUKE, do you read?"

Again no answer, but this time, Jace listened deeply, and heard a faint One-Two-One-Three-Two-Four tapping pattern, UNSC code for negative.

"Understood." said Jace.

Jace straightened up, and crunched his boots into the cold hard ground, and one of the SCATs yelled at him.

"Quiet! Listen..." said the trooper.

Jace listened...and heard a faint sound...something getting steadily sronger. Kind of like...thousands of running feet. Jace scanned the faces of the SCATs and saw them erupt in surprise.

"RUN!" yelled one, and the five of them took off at a dead run. Jace felt adrenaline course through his veins, and with it steroids, enhancing his muscle's strengh. Running at full speed, Jace sprinted forward, and tripped on and outcropping. Jace tried to get up, but abruptly, he found he was sliding downward as a 90 degree angle. The M90 slipped from his hand, and Jace lost track of it in the darkness. He began to pick up speed, and felt friction gathering on his suit, heating it up. Jace rolled around through the tunnel, which got siginificantly smaller, now not much more than a chute. The chute twisted and turned, and a non pilot would have thrown up, something that would not have been pleasant, considering he was wearing a helmet.

Finally coming to a halt at the bottom of the chute, where it emerged into a huge cavern like area, Jace looked up the chute and listened. He heard one of the SCATs scream, and began moving away from the entrance. He saw the man come to a halt like he had, and just as he was about to ask about the others, the SCAT held up three dog tags. Sighing, Jace helped the man up, helped him check his BR55, then checked his own MA5K. Then, looking forward, and realizing that visibility was limited to barely 100 meters, Jace checked his radar, and began moving forward into the darkness.

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"Fall back!!!!" the order was always the same, and the UNSC kept answering it. The robots were pushing them farther and farther away, they had destroyed them in the hundreds, but nothing, not even air support, was going to stop them. There were simply too many. Riza hit her COM, rasing a frequency with the pilot and his team of SCATs that had gone into the Hole. "Jace, theres been a change of plans, we're bringing the nuke onto the ground, and the UNSC is going down the Hole, there were sounds in the background, then, "affirmative Master Sergeant, the situation looks pretty remiscent of hell up there from what we can tell, but why are you getting into the Hole?" Riza dodged a beam of golden light and returned fire with her Assault Rifle, the robot chasing her exploded. "We're coming down and hoping the space will be too small for the robots to chase in large numbers, then, we're attacking the Flood Hives and taking down the Flood threat, after that, we'll deal with the robots." "Affirmative, Master Sergeant, if you don't mind my asking...where will the 112th go?" Riza knew that question had been coming, "they'll return to the battlegroup in space and make more bombing runs on the robots.""Roger that..Master Sergeant, but theres a situation down here too. Flood. alot of 'em.""We'll tend to that when we get down there," Riza reassured him, and tried to reassure herself, unless someone with a rank higher than Master Sergeant came down here, these men were hers to command. She would've taken any other job beside that, she was a terrible leader at times, in fact, she considered herself a terrible soldier at times too. She clicked her COM, raising a different frequency, "everyone! into the Hole, don't ask any questions, just move!" Rize ran to Hole along with the assortment of Marines and vehicles, the Marines latched grappling hooks into the snow and jumped into the abyss, while the vehicles drove straight over. The tanks remained out of the Hole, firing volley after volley of shells, destroying dozens of tightly packed robots. Rize looked down at the black, cast a look at the tanks which were still defiantly firing at the robots, then jumped.

-- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 19:09, 21 August 2007 (UTC)

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Cloud 9 tucked and rolled to avoid the beams of plasma flaming towards him.

"This is Cloud 9, our mission is to take out all Covenant Loyalists fighters in the area then uses the bombs to destory a destoryer are we clear?" said Oreo as he spun out of the way of another beam of plasma. He then fired his machine guns at the Tarzan weaken its shields then fliped over spinning and ending up behind the Tarzan. The rotary missile launchers then started up firing 4 rockets straight at the Tarzan blowing the rest of its shields and most of the armour. It was sent flaming for around 50 feet then exploded, Cloud 9 then fliped over to see his brother Thunder 4 in the cockpit beside him. Clouud 9 noded his head and slauted, Thunder 4 slauted back then fliped over and brought his F-17 Mustang straight over a Tarzan he then increased volciety and pulled up. As he went vertical he pulled back down and fired all his machine guns and his rotarey missile launchers as well, hiting the cockpit takeing out the shields and the glass. The pilot inside suffered the same fate, Thunder 4 did a loop to face the new threat a bunch more Tarzans. Cloud Squad and Thunder Squad both flew almost wing to wing, they had done this hundreds of times before. The Tarzans did almost the same thing except not so close, Cloud Squad and Thunder Squad fired all their weapons at the incomeing fighters. The Tarzans began to charge their plasma guns, but the two Squads fired first and flurry of of missiles and superheated rounds hit the Tarzans headed on blowing up most of them. Then the last three damaged Tarzans were cut down by the F-17 Mustangs rotarey missile launchers.

SPARTAN-064 and Fireteam Zulu were repeling down the wall of the pit and still fireing up at the sentinels coming into the hole. SPARTAN-064 then threw a frag grenade into the cloud of sentinels. It missed the first ones then got caught in the cloud of sentinels, it detonated leaving a large gap in their ranks. As they continued to repel down the wall, they saw gunfire at the bottom. The SPARTANs nodded to each other and let go of the lines, they grabed the rock wall and tried to slow their fall. Their hands dug straight into the wall and they stoped right before the ground, they made the small drop to the ground and looked around at what the saw was well nothing. The sentinels had bloked out all the sunlight comeing in into the hole. It was pitch black, the SPARTANs turned on their night vision to see Flood a bunch of them and surprisingly their bikes. They jumped onto their bikes and the SPARTANs opened fire into the Flood.

-- Spartan-064 ,<font color="#D3D3D3">De <font color="#A9A9A9">ma <font color="#808080">kh <font color="#000000">is http://www.wikia.com/skins/common/progress-wheel.gif <font color="#A9A9A9">Reporting  •  <font color="#A9A9A9">Contributions   15:11, 22 August 2007 (UTC)

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Jared, barely recieving through all of the static that clogged his channels, heard Master Sergeant Holden transmit the order that sent all UNSC forces into the hole.

What was she thinking? he raged to himself. Why send forces into the place a Shiva was to be detonated?

He tried to call back, to protest the order's foolishness, but the Flood chose that moment to attack. Swarms of the worm-like things charged, and white noise strangled the comm.

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The Flood that had charged the UNSC forces inside the Hole lay dead, strewn out along the enourmous pit. "Someone, hit the lights," there were a number clicks, then the headlights of almost a dozen Warthogs came on, shining onto the UNSC Marines, giving them somewhat ominous shadows behind them. Riza chose her words carefully, "I know most of you are questioning my decisioning...but theres been a change of plans," there were exclamations from some Marines, but their comrades silenced them. Riza went on, "there are dozens of Hives strung throughout Arctic IV, but the central Hive is what supplies them, we also believe that a certain entity may hold sway over all the Flood, that this one entity may control every last Flood, and we believe killing it may kill every Flood, therefore, I've decided to save our nuke for the Main Flood Hive, if any anyone has objections, speak now,"

-- Heeeeeres Johny!(Whats that you say?)( My...Accomplishments) 01:15, 24 August 2007 (UTC)

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The elevator hit lava and went in sinking deeper into molten rock. As it sunk deeper the metal parts of the walls started to glow red hot, it finnaly came to a stop at the bottom of the track and opened up into a rock cavern with a massive metal door with another needle, retina scanner and a fingerprint scanner. Rapheal went up to the door and stuck out her arm the needle took his blood, then he scanned his retina and then his fingerprint. The door started to open to reveal the bounty inside, what was inside was an arm. A human looking arm that if you looked straight into the arm you could see it was mechanical.

"This is what we came for, soon my wrath will be known across this galaxey," yelled Rapheal to his gaurds and they cheered.

"You might want to rethink that plan Master Sergeant, " said a voice out of the darkness. A man walked from where the voice came from, he was a ODST and had the symbol of a First Lieutenant on his torn armour. His leg was torn almost through and you could see the bone, He had his arm in a makeshif sling, and half of his helmet was blown off. He had several small holes in his legs and one near his naval. He had also lost a hand on the arm with the sling.

"And who are you," asked Master Sergeant Riza to the man.

"First Lieutenant Shian Quak, I was Orbitaly dropped then fell through the ground and landed in some tunnels, Then these white-humans attacked me, i manged to escape from them but then i ran into flood, i got away from them to, then i found the hivemind, it was almost impossible to get away from there, the ones you faced were the tip of the iceberg,"

-- Spartan-064 ,<font color="#D3D3D3">De <font color="#A9A9A9">ma <font color="#808080">kh <font color="#000000">is http://www.wikia.com/skins/common/progress-wheel.gif <font color="#A9A9A9">Reporting  •  <font color="#A9A9A9">Contributions   15:43, 25 August 2007 (UTC)

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The UNSC Annihilator led Battlegroup Alamo through slipspace. It had been called upon to check on the status of the Artic IV outpost and the battlegroups that were orbiting the planet. It had been several hours since they had last checked in.

"Status report", said Captain Jim Wilson.

"All forces in the battlegroup report back that everythings as it should be", said the COM officer.

Something's not right, thought Jim, we should have heard something from them by now, anything. "Double the battlegroup's speed and unthaw Team Alpha. We're gonna need them ready, just in case we run into any trouble"

"Yes, sir", said the COM officer. "All ships, double speeds". Changing to the Cryobay channel he said, "Unthaw Team Alpha, captain's orders".

"I'm going to go down to meet them", announced the captain, "alert me if anything important happens".

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In the cryobay, the engineers began to unthaw the members of Team Alpha. As always, Roy managed to get out first and waited on the others to climb out.

"How can they stand all that pain they must be in?", asked one of the engineers, "I wear my lightest clothes and come out iching like crazy. He just came out in a full suit of Mark VI MJOLNIR armor?!"

"Who knows", said the other, "I hear they have a different pain tolerance than regular people"

As the others began to thaw out, Roy heard a voice in his head.

"Finally awake, aye?"

"Yes, Clyde. How was your time.", asked Roy.

"Boring as usual. You don't have any good memories to look at", said Clyde. Clyde was a slightly annoying AI. He meant well, but things didn't always turn out that way. He liked to be mischevious for one, looking at the memories of the person who's neural interface he stayed in.

"Sorry, but the discussion needs to end: the others are waking up"

Out climbed the other members of Team Alpha: Kymberli, the assassin/sniper; Edwin, the strategist; Lisa, the support expert; Jerry, the vehicular man; Marshall, the heavy weapons specialist; and of course, Amy the heavy-hitter.

"Welcome back, team", said Roy.

"Yes, welcome back", said Captain Jim, "Sleep well?"

"As best as you can expect", said Edwin.

"Sarcastic as ever, I see. We're nearing the Artic IV system. It hasn't reported back for several hours. I fear the worst: we may have lost the system to either the Covenant or the Artic IV Alliance."

He was interrupted by an emergency call from the bridge. "Captain, we just came out of slipspace and the battlegroups are under attack by these... robot-things. We scanned the surface of the planet and there is a small resistance of humans fighting the robots in tunnels. Further scanning shows there's a huge amount of biomass down below the resistance fighters. That's all we can make out right now sir. Orders?"

Captain Jim turned on a battlegroup wide frequency, "All personnel, man your battle stations. All ships in Battlegroup Alamo to engage the enemy, whatever it may be. I want all forces assisting those ships A.S.A.P., understood? All marine infantry prepare for an orbital drop that will be followed by Pelicans and Albatross' bearing vehicles. Now move, people." He turned to Team Alpha, "Roy, I need you and your team to disengage the Thermopylae and land on the surface. Bring about 100 hundred marines with you and load on the new Turtles. This is their test run so be as careful as battle allows. Load up the Scopions and Snow Hogs too, as you'll need them in the snow. Now go!!"

With that, Team Alpha began one of the toughest battle of their carriers.

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After Team Murmillo gave Vice Admiral falconi the information they once again descended to the surface of the planet. It was time for them to check out that place where they saw all of the hostiles run to. It was a base of some-kind. They would have to check it out. "Approaching the LZ! Multiple hostiles assaulting the ODST camp! It's gonna be a rough landing!" Yelled the pilot. Team Murmillo jumped out of the pelican. James-G023 shot the nearest grunt-like creature known as the Konako with hims MA5K."This is major Peterson! I am pinned down by multiple hostiles! Requesting assistance!" Yelled Major Peterson over the comm. "Will! Go help the major! We will aid in the defense of the camp!" Yelled James. As he turned around he came face-to-face with a new creature. It was roughly human-sized and was wearing white-coloured armour. It raised its rifle and fired.

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"Vice Admiral Falconi, this is Captain Jim Wilson of Battlegroup Alamo. Requesting engage the enemies on both fronts."

"Permission granted, captain."

"Sir, yes sir." Captain Wilson changed to the Battlegroup frequency. "All troopers, prepare for orbital drop. Pilots, bring the vehicles behind them. Fighter pilots, get in your Longswords and engage the enemies A.S.A.P. Everyone else, man your battle stations. And give the Thermopylae some support fire."

The members of Team Alpha climb into HEV's on board the Thermopylae. Jerry climbed into an Albatross. He liked to see the vehicles down personally, since they were his speciality. Roy assumed his status as the captain of the ship once again.

"OK, detach", said Roy. The Thermopylae moved away from the Annihilator, HEV's raining down around it and Pelicans and Albatross's in tow. All appeared to be going smoothly until the sensors locked onto thousands of incoming targets.

"All forces, open fire!", ordered Roy. Missiles and bullets flew at the enemies, strange robots of unknown origin. They all looked the same, though there were different types: some were small, some were larger and some were really large. But still they continued down. Then there was an explosion.

"Sir, the engines have been hit. We're going down."

"Everyone, brace yourself."

The craft went down at an alarming rate and crash-landed not far from the gaping holes. All that remained as evidence of human activity were a few bodies and totalled vehicles.

"What could have done this?", asked one of the privates onboard

"I can think of one think.", said Roy. "Its' classified though, son. Move out."

The marines battled thousands, if not tens of thousands of the robots. The vehicles helped, but they were already down to half of their original forces.

"I suggest that we move into the tunnels where the other UNSC forces went.", said Clyde.

"What about that huge biomass farther down? Did you think about that?", said Roy. Clyde never seemed to think things through.

"At least we know we can get and give reinforcements down there! Now get your butt down there before I make you. You know it's the smart thing, so do it."

He knew Clyde was right. He almost always ended up being right. Probably because he was an AI. Roy turned on the comm channel for all his forces.

"Alright everybody, move into the tunnels. All vehicles retreat into the hole. Turtles and a small force will stay outside and fight the robots. We're going in."

With that, most of the marine forces got into the tunnels and the few left stayed to fight the robots.

Lordofmonsterisland "Roar to me"  23:02, 28 August 2007 (UTC)