User:FightWithHonor/Halo: Fighting Back

Background
Halo: Fighting Back takes place during the tumultuous time period after the Human-Covenant War. With the UNSC reeling from millions of casualties and dozens of lost worlds, countless rebel factions rose up from the shadows they had concealed themselves in, setting into the light in preparation to overthrow the UNSC's hold on her colonies. One of these factions was the infamous Colonial Fringers, a small group of political terrorists, armed with little more than a handful of small arms and an arsenal of unconventional, but often devastating, weapons of mass destruction.

Motivated by both political and economic motives, the Fringers enjoyed a degree of support among the poorer citizens in the slums of colonial cities. Able to roam at will through slums and impoverished tenements, the Fringers engaged in a war of attrition, taking advantage of the UNSC's unwillingness to launch strikes on civilians by sheltering in crowded slums and alleys.

Recognzing the threat the Fringers posed, given the potential for them to ignite a popular revolution or to attact heavily populated areas with their weapons of terror, the UNSC prepared to fight back, working with the New Ashpoint Law Enforcement Division a.k.a. NALED, to remove the Fringer's presence from the metropolitan colonial city of New Ashpoint.

Despatched at the behest of the UNSC, ONI Field Operations Team 43, an experienced and battle-hardened black ops team, was despatched to work in conjunction with NALED officers, to sweep the Fringers from the streets.

Epilogue: Ambush
It had been a slow day. A few traffic stops, a response to a complaint about a neighbor who had been blasting his music, nothing out of the normal. They'd kept to the main thoroughfares, orders from Headquarters stated NALED officers were to stay out of the hazardous slums. Thirteen police officers had died in the last month alone while on duty in the slums, and the two officers in the police model Warthog had no desire to make it 15.

Their shift was over in another 15 minutes, so they took their time, casually drifting off the main roads on a side street that was the fastest route to their police station. A few old warehouses with graffitied, dented corrugated steel walls lined the tired street. The sides of the road were a heap of old newsheets, cans, electronics, and tattered bags.