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Zamin 'Gunnada yawned. He hadn't had any sleep since the Major Domo, Sader 'Derasu, arrived at the training centre in ***** //Location Censored//. But, he had to admit, the Major Domo was growing on him.

"'Derasu!" yelled 'Gunnada, in a groggy voice from all the yelling he did the previous day. "TIME FOR YOUR NEXT LESSON"

'Derasu rose from his bed. He had a pounding headache, and was in no mood to be taught anything. "Commander, I am not well." he announced.

"Oh, is that so?" 'Gunnada said suspiciously. "Shall we call a doctor to see if you are unhealthy?"

"Sir, with all due respect, I have a pounding headache. I can't train with a headache."

"You think the Jiralhanae care about that? The only thing they'd want to do with your head is shoot it off!"

"I suppose. All right then sir. What is my lesson?"

"Active camouflage. The SpecOps' main tool of devastation."

'Derasu seemed intrigued. He was always interested with Active Camouflage, and would be happy to work with it...finally.

"Sir, before we continue, how does it work?"

"Well, this container I am holding is an active camouflage. Since your armour contains no system, you shall use one of these from now on in training. I suppose we all need a break, so we can take the day off. Death to the Jiralhanae."

"Yes sir, see you tomorrow."

The next day...

'Gunnada flickered on his COM. Ship master Qutar 'Radomee was on the channel

"Commander 'Gunnada? Are you there?" 'Radomee asked.

"Um...yes sir. What are calling me for?"

'Radomee sighed. "Well commander, for one, the Jiralhanae have invaded the human controlled planet they call 'Coral'-."

"How does this affect us? We are light years away from that place. It would take quite a while before they'd arrive here. And even if they do make it here, we have a cloaking device. And besides, the Humans can hold off on their own. They've proven that on a few occasions, with their 'Spartans' and what not." Interrupted 'Gunnada.

"Please Commander, let me finish. Now, you know that the Jiralhanae, Brutes, Bravo Kilos, Baby Kongs, whatever you want to call them are fools, but, they are mighty fools. Our UNSC allies are being slaughtered." Said 'Radomee. "Councillor 'Nodotee has already sent in hundreds of troops. We need SpecOps."

"Sir, I haven't even finished training the Minor and Major Domos you sent me!" 'Gunnada protested. "And another thing, why aren't you getting Rtas 'Vadumee's SpecOps soldiers there while I train these ones."

"'Vadumee is on Earth with the Arbiter, on other affairs, so I'm afraid you must send your SpecOps."

"*Sigh* OK sir. I shall finish with final lessons and-"

"Just get it done."

"...Aye sir."

Two hours later

'Gunnada called for all his men to form a line. As they stood there, patiently, he picked up a large crate marked "Ration" and stopped around 2 meters from his men.

"Sangheili!" He called out.

"Sir yes sir?!" They replied.

"IT IS TIME FOR YOU ALL TO GRADUATE! YOUR FIRST BATTLE IS NEAR!"

Everyone froze in spot. They weren't prepared for this.

"Inside of this crate, is armour. Not just ANY armour, Special Operations armour. You hear me?"

Still, everyone was quiet. Then, Sader 'Derasu walked up to 'Gunnada.

"I heard you sir. I am honoured."

"SOLDIERS! YOU COULD LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM 'DERASU OVER HERE! Now, get on your damn armour!"

After around 15 minutes, everyone had put on the SpecOps armour. There were mixed emotions all around. Still, 'Derasu seemed confident, and proud of his new promotion, and decided to speak.

"Sir?"

"Yes, Major Domo?"

"Where is it that we are being stationed?"

"That, my friend, is on a need to know basis. You do not need to know. Now all of you, we are leaving in 20 units, hurry up, and grab your guns. You are going to need them."

Qutar 'Radomee had 4 Lances behind him, all armed with Plasma Rifles. Since the Prophets were no longer in charge, Plasma Rifles were standard issue to Unggoy, yet most opted for Needlers. He approached a ruin, with the Lances all following closely, watching his every move. He raised his head into the air, and started searching for a scent. Quickly, he turned to the Lances and pointed an area to the Northwest of their position. Then, 'Radomee approached an Ultra and whispered in his ear: "Take control and flank them from the Northwest, while I call for re-enforcements. There are many Jiralhanae here".

The Ultra nodded, and signalled the Lances to follow him. They hesitated at first, but then followed. 'Radomee flickered on his COM, and whispered into it:

"I need snipers at my position, tell them to walk. We can't risk losing this area because some soldiers were lazy."

Just then, 'Radomee heard a bloodcurdling scream, followed by Gunshots.

" *Sigh* Never mind then, send them in Wraith tanks. It appears as though stealth is no longer a virtue."

A distorted "Yes sir" could be distinguished from the static.

Restless Nights Reborn stopped 200 metres over the planet. It deployed its Grav Lift, which slowly fell to the ground. Inside the ship, Phantoms and Spirits were being filled with supplies.

"Sir, you haven't even prepped us yet!" Whined a Sangheili.

"Shut it, minor. Your mission is to kill Jiralhanae, but first, you must locate Shipmaster 'Radomee and give him sniper cover. I hope you all have your Carbines?"

The Sangheili all shuffled, looking for the Carbines that were just spoke of.

"Just under the seat..."

'Derasu got up, and lifted up the seat. Inside was a Carbine, with ammunition scattered across the floor. Mimicking their major, the Sangheili all lifted their seats, and took out the carbines that were promised.

"Now men, these are special Carbines. They have energy shield piercing rounds, and are gassed powered. You can thank our UNSC allies for that one. But, don't go shooting your brothers for target practice just because it's a Carbine, because you would cause some serious damage, and may possibly even kill them. These are for those blasted Jiralhanae!"

Everyone inside Phantom cheered, and jumped out, to see Wraith tanks waiting for them. There were a few ghosts too, and eventually, everyone was on some sort of vehicle.

'Radomee waited patiently for his tank support. The sounds of Plasma rifles and Type-25 "Spiker" Carbines almost seemed infinite. 'Radomee knew that the Lances would be safe, as Kwarsh was with them, and he was an amazing tactician. 'Radomee flickered his COM channel to Kwarsh's frequency. "Hello, Kwarsh?" He whispered, not to give himself away.

"I'm kinda busy, what is it?"

"How are you and your men faring?" 'Radomee asked.

"You might want to ask someone else at the moment; I'm surrounded by Jiralhanae..."

"Do you want me to assist?"

"They're just on top of the buildings to the Northeast; give us some sniper cover soon."

"All right then. I shall see you in a few Units."

"Kwarsh out."

CLICK

As 'Radomee waited, a new scent filled the air, coming from the south. It smelled like...Wraith tanks. He turned around to confront the Tanks, and saw that they were the ones he ordered to come. There were also some Ghost escorts, and they would be truly useful. 'Radomee paced around the new Sangheili troops, and gave them a grunt of approval. He noticed the bulk of them were SpecOps, while many of them were Domos. Minor and Major. There was one SpecOps commander...which had to be 'Gunnada.

'Gunnada signalled everyone to get in position on higher ground, as to get a height advantage over the Jiralhanae. They all drew out their modified Carbines and look in their scopes. 'Gunnada took out his Monocular and viewed the ruins.

"'Radomee sir," 'Gunnada said.

"Yes Commander?" 'Radomee replied.

"The Jiralhanae own the ruins, and are on top of one of the main buildings. Shall we strike there?"

"Yes Commander. Fire at will. But please, leave some men for the tanks. Also, get us some damn Banshee cover!"

"Sir yes sir!" 'Gunnada flickered on his COM. "We need Banshee support. Come in quietly."

'Derasu looked in his scope. Ugly Jiralhanae were firing at his allies down below. He applied pressure to the trigger, and took aim. He then squeezed and the Jiralhanae was dead. Its allies scampered around taking cover behind a rock. It would've worked too, but 'Radomee ordered a Tank flanking. Blue-white plasma mortars flew over his head, and drooped down to where the Jiralhanae were hiding. 'Derasu was blinded by white-hot intensified explosion, and when it cleared, saw a black hole in the ground.

The Sangheili who did the shot hopped out of the tank. "Hahaha! Nice shot, Eh Ship master?"

"I suppose. Is the sniping operation done?"

"Yes sir."

"All right, time to assist our allies."

‘Radomee approached a clearing where his Lances were. To his surprise, there were very little Separatist corpses. This was a good sign. That meant that the Second wave would be successful. Ordering all the soldiers into a crowd, he told them to split into groups. There was Ghost team 1, 2, 3 and 4. Lances 1,2,3,4 and 5 (more troops were added, making a fifth lance). Tank teams 1 and 2, Banshee groups 1,2,3 and 4. And SpecOps team.

“Excellent. All of you are in your teams and groups. Now, to explain the waves. Ghost 1, Lance 1 and Banshee 1 will go in first. After 20 units, I’ll send Ghost 2, Lance 2 and Banshee 2. 10 units later, I will send Ghost 4, Lance 4 and Banshee 4. Then, in 15 units, I will send in Lance 5 and Tank 1. 5 units after that, I will send myself, SpecOps team, Tank 2 and Ghost, Lance, and Banshee 3. It should be an effective strike.”

Kwarsh slowly raised his hand.

“Yes Kwarsh?”

“Um, sir, I’m not in a Lance.”

“Well, that would be because you are with me.”

“Oh, ok.”

‘Derusa was in the SpecOps team. It had been 50 units since the first wave had been sent in, and now it was his team’s turn to fight.

He was told to sit on one of the Wings of a Wraith tank. Behind him was an Unggoy that ‘Radomee called “Kwarsh”. He had silver-white armour, and seemed to be the Unggoy commander. He was friendly, but seemed to be able to take control of the situation. Kwarsh was Bloodied and Bruised, which showed he had been in many battles.

Tank 2 Ghost, Lance and Banshee 3 and the SpecOps team approached the battlefield. It was littered in blood. The occasional Spiker round was fired, but besides that, it seemed pretty much under control. Then, as if the Jiralhanae had heard his thoughts and felt his calmness, they bombarded the clearing with Banshees where the Separatists made camp. In retaliation, the Wraith Tank ‘Derusa was on fired a Blue White mortar, hitting one of the Banshees. It plummeted to the ground and exploded. The corpse that was once the Pilot hit the ground with a ‘thud’, landing right after the Banshee.

After a few more waves of Banshees, what was left of the Jiralhanae Lances attacked. Loyalist Unggoy and Kig-Yar accompanied them. Sticking to the original Covenant attack form, Unggoy went first, followed by Kig-Yar, then the bulk of the Jiralhanae. The rest of the Jiralhanae arrived when the majority of Unggoy and Kig-Yar were gone, which proved to be an effective tactic. As the Separatists were running low on weapons and ammunition.

‘Radomee chased after a Jiralhanae that decided to retreat. He showed no mercy, first slicing off his legs, then jumping in the air, coming down on the Jiralhanae with his blade. It choked on its own blood, twitched, then died. ‘Radomee retracted his Energy Sword, and pulled out his Carbine, seeing if any stragglers were in his immediate position. Two wretched Jiralhanae were behind a grouping of trees. Occasionally, they fired a few pot shots, but they didn’t hit anyone. Annoyed, ‘Radomee lined up his scope so both their heads were in a straight line, he pulled the trigger…and…

'Gunnada led many SpecOps into battle. But it seemed as if they were all being killed by the Jiralhanae travesties. Disappointed, he ordered his SpecOps to make a retreat. This proved to be a foolish mistake, as he no longer had anyone to cover him. 10 Units after the retreat, ‘Gunnada was shot, and killed by a Kig-Yar sniper. Afterwards, ‘Radomee ordered another assault on the Jiralhanae.

‘Derusa activated his Active Camouflage. Quietly, he ventured inside the Jiralhanae camp within the ruins, where the Chieftain was strategizing.

“Sangheili fools!” He yelled. “Our intelligence shows that they believe they know our strategy. Ha! Isn’t that right, Major?” Chieftain Zeltos yelled to one of his men.

“Yes Chieftain. Now, concerning the Humans…any Unit now, they will be sending in more troops, in a vain attempt to flank us. We should set up a few Lances at all directions, as to slow them down.” The Major said.

“Fool! They won’t even get past our Kig-Yar and-“

“Chieftain, don’t you think you are underestimating them?” The Major interrupted.

“Nay. The Humans are weaklings, and should be treated with NO respect, if anything, I am OVERESTIMATING them.”

‘Derusa took note of the conversation and proceeded to leave. Then, the Chieftain sniffed the air.

“Well ,well, well. What do we have here? Show yourself Sangheili!”

‘Derusa froze in place. He wasn’t prepared for this. He went to grasp his Plasma rifle, but was shot in the arm. Purple-Blue blood gushed and squirted from the wound and his active camo turned off.

“Well, what do we have here? Oh, a Major Domo! The Chieftain laughed. “Kill him.”

‘Radomee peeked his head out from cover. An almost what seemed infinite Jiralhanae was rushing towards the Sangheili stronghold. The Separatists had been moving forward, and were almost at the ruins where the Loyalists set up camp. The Separatists were running low on almost everything, and it appeared the Loyalists intended to take advantage of that.

After yet another attack, ‘Radomee ordered a tank strike on the camp within the ruins. They were close enough for an effective bombardment, but he didn’t want to lose any Banshees.

Blue-white plasma mortars flew, then came crashing down on the ruins. Ancient rock went flying everywhere, as did Loyalist corpses. It was beautiful to the Separatists, who cheered as the Camp turned into rubble. But for ‘Radomee, it was just the eye of the storm.

‘Derusa braced himself for the shots that were about to come when the whole Planet shook. Being born on a flying city, he had never experienced tectonic activity, and he thought he was going to die. A rock fell on him, but he didn’t feel anything. He then saw stars and blood. He was never seen again.

‘Radomee watched the remainder of the camp collapse, and told his men to get treatment if they had wounds. The battle was over. He looked over to the corpses surrounding him. Sangheili, Unggoy, Jiralhanae, Kig-Yar. Unbeknownst to him, some Lekgolo were sent out to attack. None were dead though.

‘Radomee awoke to sounds of Plasma Fire. He looked outside, and saw Sangheili being drilled by Kwarsh.

“Keep firing but let go when it’s about to overheat!” Kwarsh commanded.

As if almost by cue, all the Sangheili dropped their weapons.

“Now, throw some grenades!”

Grenades littered the sky.

Chris-099, a Spartan II, had just been deployed from a Pelican dropship. Eager for some action, he cocked his MA5C Assault Rifle, and held it at his waist. He ran to the Battlefield, only to see some Elites throwing random grenades. He approached one. “Um…I am at the right place?”

The Elite turned around and stared at the Spartan. He pulled out his Plasma Rifle, and aimed it at Chris. A Grunt walked up to stop him.

“Sorry about that, his best friend was killed yesterday.”

“YESTERDAY? We’re that late?”

“I wasn’t under the impression you were summoned…”

“Ya, we got a message from some Elite named “Zeltoc ‘Jiralmee”.

“Hmm, I don’t know of any ‘Jiralmee…Ah well. Yes human, you are in the right place, but a day late.”

The Spartan looked around his surroundings. It was a grassy clearing, covered with Separatist buildings and technology.

“I suppose I should tell the others to leave…”

“That would be unnecessary, Human.” A Golden elite said.

“Huh?”

“You may stay with us, and help us in our Campaign against the Jiralhanae.” Replied the Golden Elite. “By the way, my name is Qutar ‘Radomee.”

“Um, a Jiralhanae is a Brute, right?”

“Sigh, in your Human language, yes. But we prefer Jiralhanae opposed to Brute.”

The Spartan nodded and walked away to report to his superior officer: Lieutenant Wilkins.

“Sir, the Elite over there reports that the battle ended yesterday.”

“I know. Intelligence shows that Zeltoc ‘Jiralmee was actually an alias for a Brute Chieftain named “Zeltos”. He died yesterday.” “Oh. Well, the Elite said that we should stay to aid them. Should we?”

The Lieutenant frowned. He was still uncomfortable around Covenant Creatures. It was only last month that the alliance was formed, and there were still mixed feelings all around. “I don’t know, I’ll have to check with the higher-ups and…”

“Sir, with all due respect, the Covenant aren’t the most patient creatures towards us. You might want to hurry up.”

“Aye Spartan. I suppose we’ll stay.”

Chris-099 nodded and put his gun on his back. “I’ll go tell that Gold Elite.”

‘Radomee saw the Spartan approaching. Human names for the Separatists and Loyalists were tiresome. In fact, last month on the third Halo, he had hated Humans with all his might and did not think them worthy to name anything. Now he’s seen their weaponry up-close, used their tactics first hand and even used their weapons from time to time, he had come to respect them. Especially the Spartans. They were almost Human engineered Sangheili, and were physically Superior to almost all foes they faced. And to think that at one point he knew them as “Demon”.

Speaking of which…

“Hello again! My Lieutenant said that we may stay with you.” The Spartan said. “Should we set up camp?”

“We have plenty of space here in empty buildings. You may stay in those if you like. You may even use our food if you like. We aren’t very crowded. We lost 67 men out there.”

“Oh. What’s your total?”

“…123.”

“Wow. That’s…not a lot. We brought around 300 troops…and we brought living quarters.”

“300! THAT’S EXCELLENT!” ‘Radomee embraced the Spartan, almost crushing him with his steel-like biceps. “I’ll go tell the others!”

Chris-099 was puzzled. Did an Elite just hug him? He tried to erase that memory from his mind and decided to go speak with the Lieutenant. While he walked back to one of the dozens of Pelicans, he couldn’t help but approaching a Grunt, and talk to him.

“Well, hello there!” He said, seeming happy.

The Grunt pulled put his Pistol, but then re-holstered it, started scratching his head while saying “Oh yeah, Human friends!”

“I’ve always wanted to talk to a Grunt, I’ve just never really had a chance!”

“Oh. Well, we aren’t all that interesting. So I’m going to walk away now…”

Chris seemed…disappointed, and walked to the Lieutenant. As he walked, the ex-covenant soldiers stared at him, glaring. He withdrew his weapon, out of instinct, but felt a sharp pain in the back of his head…followed by blackness.



Chris-099 woke up. His head was throbbing, which was a good sign that he wasn’t dead. He was sitting on a chair, but could get up because his arms were pinned down. Frantically, he shuffled around in the chair, trying to escape.

“I’m afraid escape is quite impossible.” A voice said.

099 activated his flashlight. As the light filled the room, he saw what looked like half-a-dozen Covenant Elites.

“You disgusting Demon. Let us converse.” An Elite walked over to the Spartan, and punched him in the face. 099 flinched in pain. “Ha, ha, ha, did that hurt you wretched Human?”

“What…do you want from me?”

“I want you and the rest of your incompetent race dead. You have been a burden to this Universe for too long, and I will take it as my duty to destroy each and every one of you.”

“Wha-huh?”

“What is wrong? Can you not speak?”

“Why are you doing this? We’re allies!” The Spartan retaliated. “For the sake of the entire Universe, Humans and Elites need to be at peace!”

“WE ARE NOT CALLED ELITES!” The Elite yelled. “WE ARE CALLED “SANGHEILI!” YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL US BY THAT…HUMAN NAME!”

“I’m sorry, Mister ‘Sangheili’.”

The other Elites were closing in on the Spartan. He had to think fast, or experience a certain death.

In the darkness outside of his Light’s range, 099 saw a mesmerising blade being brandished. It was almost like oil from a car on the asphalt…colours moving around like a rainbow. But then, he saw it heading towards the Elites. It cut through 2 of them with one graceful blow, their bodies spewing Purple-Blue blood. It continued slicing through the Elites, until there was one left.

099 took this chance to break what ever was holding his arms down, and pulled out his Sidearm. Stupid Elites didn’t care to remove it. He pulled the trigger 12 times at the Elites body and Head, hoping to kill it. All the bullets did though, was make it angry. Using his own Sidearm, the Elite shot Green-white plasma balls at the Spartan, but his training had prepared him for that. He strafed to the left, dodging all the shots. He then reloaded, and shot for more bullets at the Elite, who fell to the ground in a puddle of his comrades’ blood.

“Loyalist Sangheili”. ‘Radomee said. “I am sorry they troubled you.”

Chris-099 was so confused at the moment. A Loyalist Elite? He thought all Elites were allied…shows what Humanity knows about Alien Species.

“What? There are Loyalist Elites?”

“Yes. It is horrible. Sangheili side by side with Jiralhanae…”

“How did they get into the camp?” 099 asked. “I thought you guys were awesome at keeping out undesirables.”

“Normally yes, but we used the Prophet’s DNA technology. All that remains of that was on High Charity. We didn’t even bring any when we escaped.”

“Oh. Well, you can use OUR technology. Our polygraph tests are good for seeking the truth.”

“If I know my Sangheili, which I do, they wouldn’t touch a Human machine. No offence or anything…”

“None taken. But seriously, I should help my buddies set up camp…”

“That isn’t necessary; we already helped them with that. The camp is outside of ours. We also devised an attack plan.”

Spartan-099 sat and listened to the Elite’s plan. It was complicated, yet so obvious. The Spartan always wondered how the Elites’ minds worked, their thought pattern, and now he knew how they won so many battles. Their intelligence was far greater then almost any human he had ever seen, well, except for a few.

The plan consisted of using cloaked Banshee scouts to find the Loyalist stronghold(s). Afterwards, the 3rd Ghost team, Banshee team and Lance would be sent out for the west flank. Next, the Golden Elite would call for more Phantom dropships to bring in more troops, possibly hundreds of assorted Elites and Grunts, led by himself, to assist in the west flank, and the east flank. 099 would lead 150 or so men to the north flank, and the remaining troops would form up at the south. That meant that the 150 soldiers and some fresh SpecOps troops would have to set aside their differences. That worried Chris. Afterward, they would all form up, hopefully taking the Brutes and Jackals by surprise. All this sounded easy, but would take some serious choreography. They couldn’t just run in there, they’d all be killed too soon. Fighting Brutes is a whole lot different then fighting Elites, Brutes would literally rip your face off if you get them pissed enough.

‘Radomee was busy in his “cabin” fixing out the bugs in his plan. From what he’s heard, the Humans were…less than happy…with their placement. He was tired of Humanity in general. They complained more then Kig-Yar, and were as whiny as Unggoy. Yet they still would throw themselves into battle for the good of the UNSC.

099 was woken up my Lt. Wilkins, who threw an MA5B Assault Rifle at him.

“Sir, I thought we used MA5Cs now.”

“Look Spartan, if I were in charge, you would have a SPNKr and an M6 Spartan laser, but at the moment, supplies are scarce. You get an MA5B and a BR55. Deal with it.”

“Well, what happened to my MA5C?”

“One of the Elites wanted it, and I didn’t feel like saying ‘no’ to a 7 foot tall alien.”

“Makes sense. All right, so today is when we attack the Brutes?”

“Yes. Hurry and gear up. We’ll need you.”

The Spartan nodded, and saluted Wilkins, who walked out of the room, his M6D HE holstered.

‘Radomee got in a Phantom. Inside was his Elite team (not to be confused with Sangheili). It consisted of Kwarsh, SPARTAN-099 and a group of Ultra Sangheili. He wished that ‘Gunnada was still alive, as he was an excellent leader. Also on board was the Poka Lekgolo pair. Gefa-Poka-Hura and Jure-Poka-Yusa. It had been awhile since he had served with Lekgolo, but he was very respectful to them. As a young and reckless Sangheili, his life was often saved by the gigantic worm masses.

SPARTAN-099 shifted uneasily. To his left was the Grunt he talked to yesterday, and to the right was a White “Ultra” Elite. He moved his weapon over an inch, and the two aliens glared at him. He would have to be careful, he didn’t want to wind up in the same mess as yesterday.

The Phantom took off, and Chris (099, if you couldn’t remember) had to grasp his headrest, so he wouldn’t fall over. One of the Grunts laughed, by then stopped as he realized he was going to piss off a “Demon”. This was wise.

They landed, and Chris drew his gun near. He was also issued a Plasma Rifle, but couldn’t picture himself using it very often. He examined it, realising that it wasn’t the Dual-Wieldable variety he was used to, no, it was the one that Elites were often seen using before the destruction of Alpha Halo. He grasped it tighter, taking note that it was more useful then he thought.

He dashed out of the Phantom, to discover that a heated battle was already happening. The Brutes were using a combination of their “Brute Plasma Rifles” and their “Spikers”. Chris hid behind a rock when he saw a Brute telling his comrades about a “Demon” in the area. He sensed a couple rounds hitting the rock, and waited till they stopped. Almost immediately, he stood up, and shot the Brutes with his Assault Rifle. One fell instantly, while the other returned fire. Chris got pelted with plasma, then got a Spike in his right shoulder after his shields went down. He flinched in pain, but quickly shook it off and landed a 3-round-burst into the Brute’s head.

‘Radomee picked up a Jiralhanae Spiker and handed it to Kwarsh. Kwarsh nodded, and took it from ‘Radomee’s hand. He almost toppled over at the sheer weight of the weapon, but levelled his centre of gravity. He saw a Jiralhanae about to slice an Unggoy in half with his Grenade Launcher, and fired in between his eyes.

Chris spotted an Elite being bombarded with Spikes and Plasma, so he ran over to assist him. He handed the Elite his Assault Rifle, and took the Plasma Rifle off his back. He fired at the Brutes and Jackals, as did the Elite. The Jackals fell easily, while the Brutes seemed to be laughing as their smaller allies died. It made Chris sick to his stomach. He fired full-auto at a Brute, who seemed un-fazed. Angrily, Chris primed a Plasma Grenade, and chucked it at the Brutes. They didn’t seem to notice it and stood still. There was an explosion, and chucks of Brute flew everywhere. The Elite smiled then fell to his knees.

“What’s wrong?” Chris asked, spotting the Elite’s discomfort.

The Elite said something incomprehensible, and Chris turned on his translator.

“I am wounded Human. Take back your weapon. I shan’t be needing it where I am going.”

“No, I’ll carry you to the camp.” Chris pointed at an Elite and said, “Cover us!”

The Elite nodded and started firing at some Brutes that were not paying attention. He shot one of their arms straight off, and it barked in pain.

Chris ran with the surprisingly light alien on his back, not looking back at all. After some tight squeezes through a pack of Grunts, he arrived at the camp, and put the Elite in front of the medic’s office. “Damn.” He thought. “I left my Assault Rifle back of the battlefield…”. He ran through the camp to the Armoury, where there were hundreds of Rifles. But just Rifles. No shotguns, no Rocket-Launchers, no SMGs, just Rifles. Battle-Rifles to be specific. He approached one of the guns, and picked it up. It felt like he was complete now, as the BR55 was his favourite weapon.

After a quick dash through the camp, he stopped in front of the medic’s office, and saw a Blue Light on the door. That Elite had died. Sighing, Chris kept sprinting and made his way back to the battlefield. It was a mess. The ODSTs were trying to hold back the Brutes, but failing miserably. He looked at them again, and saw a Rocket-Launcher on the ground in a puddle of blood.

‘Radomee had just finished slicing through a Jiralhanae when a Spike hit his arm. He was hit with horrible pain, but managed to shake it off and killed the attacker. Kwarsh was behind him, shooting the occasional Spike burst at Kig-Yar. The sickening Jiralhanae didn’t seem to even care that their smaller allies were getting crushed. ‘Radomee felt…uneasy.

Chris picked up the Rocket-Launcher and fired at a small group of Brutes. Their corpses flew at least 20 feet in the air. One of the ODSTs called Chris over.

“Wow Chief. That was quite the save there.”

“Just doing my job, Sergeant.”

“Chief, we need you to come with us. There are a bunch of Brutes up there with those Bugger son’s ‘o bitches. Our mission was to flank them, but our squad was overrun by those Brutes you just killed.”

Chris stared at the ODST, and nodded. “Let’s get going then, I’ll round up some Elites too.”

The ODST almost choked. “ELITES?! What the Hell is wrong with you?!”

“They’re an amazing ally and-“

“Stuff it Chief, I ain’t taking no Alien bastards with me.”

Chris looked away. “Fine. We’ll go there WITHOUT Elites.” Chris instantly took control. “All right marines!” He said. “It’s time to get up to that cliff, and take out any Covenant you see!”

The ODSTs all joined in an “Ooh-Rah!"

Chris fired at a few Brutes, and signalled all the ODSTs to follow him. They travelled up a Cliffside, being careful not to fall off the narrow pass. Chris looked at what the Black-Armour-Clad marines’ weapons were. One had a Sniper-Rifle, one had two SMGs, one had an Assault rifle, one had a Battle Rifle, and one had a shotgun. A few of them had grenades, Plasma, Frag, AND Spike, which would prove useful.

Spotting a Brute above them, Chris told the Sniper to fire at its head. He shot the Brute, and its cranium exploded into bone and brain fragments. Out of shock, the Jackals he had with him stumbled off the cliff, killing them. A swarm of Drones was round a pass, and they were armed with Spikers. They needed a rest ever once in a while, which was probably because those Spikers were so damn heavy. They fired, but were grossly inaccurate. They were dispatched very quickly by the ODST with the shotgun.

Continuing up the Cliffside, Chris noticed the apparent lack of Brutes. There were plenty of Spikers on the ground, but nothing to carry them.

“Stop.” Chris commanded. “It’s a trap.”

“Huh? What the hell you talkin’ ‘bout Chief?”

“Just stay still.”

The ODST didn’t listen. He ran forward and was pelted with Spikes. He fell off the Cliffside.

“Sarge!” An ODST yelled.

“Dammit.” Chris muttered. “We could’ve used the extra firepower.” Chris took out his Battle-Rifle and shot out a Brute up top. The ODSTs did the same. Soon, the Brute didn’t have a head. Chris then pulled out his Plasma Rifle and fired at the remaining Brutes. He kept firing till the battery was empty. He chucked the Plasma Rifle at a Jackal, knocking it over, and then He picked up two of the Spikers on the ground, holding on in each hand. They were heavy as hell, but he adjusted. Without examining the weapons, he opened fire on the Brutes, killing one in a matter of seconds. Two more Brutes tried to jump off their higher position down to were Chris and the ODSTs were, but one jumped too far and killed itself. The ODST with Dual-SMGs fired at the one remaining Brute, who was now berserking. It jumped in the air, but was shot in the stomach with a Sniper round, and died 3 feet off the ground.

‘Radomee lunged at a Jiralhanae, slicing it in half. The Kig-Yar watching fled, but not before Kwarsh landed a Spike in their backs. The Kig-Yar screamed in pain, while the Jiralhanae laughed. Disgusting beasts.

Behind ‘Radomee were multiple Sangheili and Unggoy. The Unggoy at the back had Fuel Rod Cannons, which would be very useful in the mission to destroy the Jiralhanae camp. The Sangheili were armed with Plasma Rifles, two in each hand. One also had a Human weapon…the MA5C Assault Rifle as they called it. It was firing at the Yanme'e, and dispatching them quite quickly. ‘Radomee wondered why the Assault Rifles were no longer standard issue for the Humans, but then he killed a Jiralhanae to clear his mind.

The four remaining ODSTs were holding off the Brutes and Jackals. Chris had to end this, as they didn’t bring very much extra ammunition. He threw a Plasma Grenade at the ground beneath his feet, and told the ODSTs to stand back. The grenade exploded, propelling him in the air to where the Brutes and Jackals were attacking. He noticed that there were an awfully lot more Drones up here then he was used too Jackals too.

He used his Spiker to kill at least 20 Jackals, while the Brutes returned fire. Because of that…grenade stunt…Chris’s shields were down, and when a Spike hit home, it went right into him. He shook off the pain, noting that none of the wounds were serious. He primed a Frag grenade, and chucked it behind a rock. When it exploded parts of Jackal and Drone flew about, their Plasma Pistols releasing the Overcharged energy from the muzzle as they flew. A Brute dropped its weapons, growled, and charged towards Chris with blinding speed. Chris side-stepped, and shot the Brute in the face with his Spiker. The Brute grabbed its face, and fell to the ground. Purple-Black blood was pouring out of its mouth: exactly where Chris had shot him.

The ODST with the Shotgun had such an easy time cutting through the hordes of Jackals and Drones. His M90 was built for taking out more then one enemy at once, and he made sure to use that feature. To his left was a Brute and two Jackals. He prepped a Spike grenade, and stuck it to the Brute. It panicked, and ran closer to the Jackals. When the grenade exploded, there we much more then two Jackals with nails in their faces. At least three drones had been hit, and another Brute’s arm was blown right off. The nails kept ricocheting off rocks, and the rest of them entered the back of an unfortunate Jackal.

Chris turned around to see that Grunts and Elites were now coming to help him and the ODSTs. He fired at a Brute charging toward a Grunt, but heard a click. His Spiker was out of ammo. He tossed it a Jackal, who’s neck snapped under the weight of the weapon, and he took the Battle-Rifle off his back, and fired it at the Brute, who’s lower jaw came right off. Suddenly, 3 Jackals and ANOTHER Brute, whom was sporting a weapon he had never seen before, were running up the Cliffside, each one shooting wildly as they ran. Pain stabbed through Chris as the new weapon’s round hit him in the arm. It was a one-handed shotgun. Chris then realized that he had seen this before. The weapon was called a “Mauler” and was extremely dangerous. Chris would have to pick up one of these later.

Kwarsh had spotted the Jiralhanae running up behind him and ‘Radomee, and signalled for cover. The Unggoy and Sangheili were all firing, full force at the loyalists, and were effortlessly pushing them away. The Jiralhanae were extremely displeased as they ran away like cowards. It was a small victory. 10 kills later, ‘Radomee and Kwarsh were moving slowly up to the boulder (basically a cliff) where most of the loyalists were gathering. They heard human weapons and hoped to be greeted by their allies. Unfortunately, there weren’t many humans up there, just the Spartan and four of their ODST troops. Puzzled, ‘Radomee looked around for more humans, and then realized that they were going to the west, while the rest of the combatants were going north to the boulder. ‘Radomee had not been told about this, and he was slightly angered at the fact that the humans were not following his orders. He left Kwarsh in charge of the remaining Unggoy and Sangheili and ran over to the humans who had come to an abrupt stop. All the humans looked up to the air, and ‘Radomee mimicked them. He saw a human ship, possibly an Albatross, holding a vehicle bigger than a Wraith. 11 humans entered the vehicle, and called over ‘Radomee to get on too. He was intrigued and a little hesitant at the same time. Cautiously, he entered the massive vehicle and was approached by a human.

“Hi there, I’m Lieutenant Wilkins. Welcome aboard an Elephant.”

“Elephant?” Asked ‘Radomee. “What is that?”

“This beauty.” Said Lt. Wilkins, pointing to the interior of the vehicle, each of the other 10 humans sitting on seats. “Hop on the gun, we need some firepower.”

“I do not think I can do that human, for I must lead my fellow soldiers into battle. I am their General, you know.” ‘Radomee said. “You are better off telling your Spartan to man a gun in which I have so little experience.”

“I see...in that case, please continue back to your men and sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll call Spartan 99. Best of luck.”

“Likewise.” Said ‘Radomee. “Death to the Jiralhanae.”

“Yeah, Kill’em Brutes.” Said Lt. Wilkins. “Bye.”

‘Radomee walked out of the Elephant and looked for his soldiers. They were following Kwarsh, who was effortlessly eliminating Jiralhanae beasts. Kwarsh was an odd Unggoy, reminding him more of a Sangheili than his actual specie. He ran over to assist his comrades, when he was in the head with a Plasma bolt.

Chris had won this skirmish. The loyalist forces were backing away from the large boulder. Of course, he had never been one to let a Brute escape, so he did his best to kill the ones retreating. All is fair in love and war, after all. His ODSTs were all horribly wounded and he could see much more wounded soldiers on the battlefield. When it came to a Covenant warrior died, he never thought twice about it, but when it was allies...it just felt different, just like when Chris’s orange team were killed by Elites so many weeks ago. Chris doesn’t resent Elites in any way though, because they were being controlled. Brutes, however, are dumbasses and always will be. Anyway, he had to get going as no battle remained quiet for too long.

Chris had to get himself some fresh weapons. Preferably powerful ones. He looked around him and the corpses for anything that could be useful. He saw two Brute Maulers and a grenade he had never seen before. It glowed red and orange, and was most likely very dangerous. Enjoying the thought of seeing Brutes and Jackals blown apart by a merciless flame, Chris picked up the grenade and looked for a main weapon. While he opted a Battle Rifle, there were none around. None that had full ammo, anyway.

After much searching, he came across a Covenant Carbine, which was almost like a battle rifle, just not the exact same. Chris put the two Maulers at his side, and picked up the Carbine. It was about the same weight as the BR55, if not heavier. Checking the gun, Chris awaited another Loyalist attack.

‘Radomee was in immense pain. He collapsed and Kwarsh dashed over to help him.

“Qutar!” Yelled Kwarsh, worried. “Are you ok?!”

‘Radomee got up. He was lucky that his shield had absorbed most of the bolt. “Yes, Kwarsh. I am fine. How are you faring?”

“I think we drove them off.” Said Kwarsh, looking side to side. “I can’t see anymore Jiralhanae or Kig-Yar.”

“They’ve retreated. Such cowards.” Said ‘Radomee, who was attempting to get up. “Then again...” He said, questioningly “They may be preparing something much bigger.”

“Let’s hope for the former, eh?” Said Kwarsh. “We’re all so tired.”

“I agree. These beasts are very tiresome.” ‘Radomee said. “I simply cannot wait until their utmost annihilation. That will be the day I can rest peacefully.”

“Yup. Now, let’s get back to camp, shall we? I’m thirsty, and I could use a food nipple.”

“Personally, I wanted to try some Human food.” Said ‘Radomee, “Apparently, it’s edible.”

“Disgusting...anyway, let’s get a few soldiers to come with us. Mainly the ones that helped us out there.”

“Kwarsh, it appears as though they’ve left...”

“Those little...anyway, let’s go.”

Chris started walking down to the Cliffside again, his 3 remaining ODSTs following behind...slowly. Each one had fresh weapons, but each one was wounded. Chris knew he had to get them to camp before they lost too much blood. As normal Marines, they don’t get stuffed with Biofoam. It was hard for Chris to imagine not having Biofoam. In fact, he would probably collapse if he wasn’t injected with some every little bit. It’s like an addictive drug.

After around 3 minutes of walking, Chris and the 3 ODSTs had walked off the Cliffside and were now on solid ground. Chris was looking for the 4th ODST, the one that had died so he could collect his dog tags and possibly some weaponry. There had been no sight of him until:

“Chief! I found him.” Said one of the ODSTs, looking at the spike-filled corpse. “I’ll grab his tags.”

“Good man.” Said Chris, who walked over to the body, looking for its weapon. “What gun did he have again?”

“I think it was an Assault Rifle, sir.” Said the ODST, struggling to remember under his pain. “But I don’t see one...nor do I see any weapon.”

“Odd. Maybe another Soldier picked it up. Anyway, let’s get back to the camp.”

Chris and his men heard a big crashing noise. They all turned and saw the biggest damned vehicle they’ve ever seen. An Elephant. They also saw Lieutenant Wilkins run out towards them.

“How did ya’ fare?” He asked, hold a Battle Rifle. “We saw one of your men fall off the Cliffside, how’s he?”

“Dead.” Said Chris, looking at the ground. “He was dead on the way to the ground. Damn brutes filled him with Spikes.”

“I see. Did you get his tags?”

“I-I did sir!” Yelled one of the ODSTs, holding out the tags. “We also wanted to collect his weapon, but we couldn’t find it.”

“That’s weird. I wonder who picked it up?” Said Lt. Wilkins.

“Who knows.” Said Chris. “Off topic, what’s with the Elephant?”

“We’ve got a Mongoose inside, and 10 men. We wanted that Gold Elite guy to take the gun, but he said no. Do you want to?”

“Could you fit 3 more men?” Asked Chris, pointing to the ODSTs.

“Sorry Chief, but no. We DO have a Warthog, could they use that?”

“We’d like that Sir,” Said one of the ODSTs. “I’ll get shotgun.”

Chris nodded and ran towards the Elephant. He jumped on the tread, and then hopped on the side. He then did a full on jump to the turret, and put the belt in the gun.

“Chief...there’s stairs, you know.”

“That way was more fun.”

“Right-o, then. You three get in that Warthog and follow behind. We’ll need the help.”

‘Radomee, Kwarsh and their Sangheili and Unggoy had arrived at the Separatist/Human camp. Everywhere were Medics running around with carts holding dead or wounded bodies.

“Mash!” Yelled one of the Unggoy, who was running towards a body. “No!”

“Who was that?” Asked Kwarsh.

“M-My brother” Sobbed the Unggoy. “A K-Kig-Yar sniper g-got him...”

‘Radomee was very sympathetic for the poor Unggoy, who was on his knees by the body. “This...is very unfortunate. We should now focus more on Kig-Yar.”

The sobbing Unggoy turned around and looked at ‘Radomee. “Y-you mean it?”

“Indeed. Now, let us rest. It has been a long day.”

Just then, the sound of a Banshee flew over. Everyone looked up, a Fuel Rod Missile flew out of Banshee and exploded near the sobbing Unggoy and his dead brother, vaporizing them, erasing them off the face of Coral. Even more Banshees flew in, each firing Fuel Rod missiles.

“DAMMIT!” Cursed ‘Radomee, whose shields had just taken splash damage from a Fuel Rod round. “KWARSH, GET ME SOME RE-ENFORCEMENTS!”

“All right, Qutar. CALM DOWN.” Said Kwarsh, who was running in one of the Separatist buildings. “In the mean time, get in a Banshee!”

‘Radomee ran to a Banshee while he was being plummeted by enemy fire. Unfortunately, the Banshee exploded after a Fuel Rod round hit it. “GRAAGH!! DAMN YOU B...B...BRUTES!!” At this point, ‘Radomee was extremely angry, and was willing to do anything to stop this Brute attack. So angry, that he now refers to them as Brutes, as it is somewhat of a battlefield curse word among Covenant. ‘Radomee looked around for something that could fly...anything...he then spotted something near the human side of the camp. It was about the size of a Banshee, but was much more human like. The dash there would be dangerous, so he had to do something to distract the Banshees.

He looked for a Plasma Grenade on his belt, and found one. He threw it with all of his might, and tagged a Banshee. It started to swerve into the other Banshees, who were attempting to fly away. In the end, the Brute ejected himself from the Banshee, and landed on his feet. A small tremble of his immediate area happened, but nothing too huge. He pulled out his Brute Maulers, one in each hand, and fired at ‘Radomee, who was running towards the Hornet. Fortunately, the Brute was a horrible shot and ‘Radomee got to the Hornet quickly. He opened it up and hopped in.

“Damn these Human controls!” Yelled ‘Radomee, as he slammed on the control panel. “Hmm...perhaps...THIS button...”

‘Radomee hit the button, and the hornet started to move. There was a steering device with a rod at each end, probably used for firing, ‘Radomee thought. He turned the vehicle using the steering device, and charged for the Brute at full speed. At this point, Humans were emerging from their buildings and hopping in Hornets, too. ‘Radomee did not know if they were following his actions. All he knew is that he wanted to kill this Brute son-of-a-bitch, and mutilate the corpse. His Hornet went even faster until it came in contact with the Brute. The front of the vehicle had penetrated the Beast’s abdomen, and blood was littered all over the cockpit. “TAKE THAT, YOU FILTHY APE!” He screamed as the Brute’s insides were scattered everywhere.

“An Elephant turret...is underpowered for a vehicle of its size” Said Chris, as he struggled to keep a Banshee in his sight. “Why aren’t there Gauss cannons instead?” Chris, like every Spartan, had a knack for bringing every weapon to its full potential. Chris’s philosophy was ‘There are no weak weapons, only challenging ones’. This Turret, for example, was particularly challenging. Especially when the enemies are Banshees.

3 Banshee kills later, Chris wondered what the Elephant was doing. It was obvious that they were heading to the Loyalist camp, but then what? Fight off the entire Loyalist Corral division with 15 soldiers? That wasn’t going to happen, even WITH a Spartan II on their side. Chris was starting to question Lt. Wilkins’s tactics, but said nothing as he shot down an enemy Banshee. Watching a Brute corpse fall from the sky was quite relaxing.

‘Radomee was airborne. Multiple Banshees were firing at him, and he was firing back. Banshees were designed long before the war on humanity started, and as a result, they aren’t very bulletproof. The Hornet’s projectiles cut through Banshees like a hot knife through butter. ‘Radomee enjoyed this. He found a Hornet to be very odd because you sat rather than lied on your stomach. Due to his height, it was a squished ride, but it did the job. It flew at high speeds and killed enemies, just like it was meant to do.

Looking at the ground, ‘Radomee noticed that Wraith tanks were coming from the Loyalists. In return, the Humans were sending out their Scorpion tanks, which were smaller, but could men on the side. Pelican dropships were coming from behind, each one holding fresh troops and either a Warthog jeep or a Scorpion. Apparently, Humans valued this planet beyond belief, and would do almost ANYTHING to save it. He was reminded of three planets he had fought on: Harvest, Reach and Earth. The falls of Harvest and Reach were obviously Covenant triumphs, and it was suspected that humanity would just give up. Nay, die off. But after the attack on Earth, the Covenant began to realize the power of humans. During the Battle of Earth, the Covenant Civil war started.

The day that the Arbiter, Rtas ‘Vadumee and the Human Sergeant Major AJ Johnson killed Tartarus. The day that ‘Radomee’s ship, Restless Nights was destroyed. The day that the Humans and Sangheili put their differences aside. The day that the truth about the Halos had been revealed. The day of Reckoning. ‘Radomee had to forget about this and focus on surviving.

The Brute Banshees outnumbered the Hornets by at least 3-to-1. That means the humans would have to destroy 3 Brute-Controlled-Banshees. That is no easy task for mere soldiers. ‘Radomee stopped worrying and shot down more Banshees. In the end, he counted five. That meant 2 humans now only had to kill 2. ‘Radomee waited until the tanks were done handling the Wraiths, and sped away.

Chris was looking up at the now empty sky as the Elephant paced to the camp. Every once in awhile, a Banshee would attempt to fly overhead, but Chris had it covered. It turned out that the Brutes were much more worried about enemy Plasma weapons as opposed to human ones. A small advantage.

Scanning his area for more Banshees, Chris saw a solitary hornet flying above. It was obviously heading to the Brute Camp, but a single Marine? That’ll just end in failure. Chris needed to help it, so, he waited until another Brute banshee flew over, he jumped up as high as he could, and the Banshee was him and started flying towards him. Chris had about a second hijack the Banshee...and he did it. He landed on the top of it, ripped open the back, pushed the Brute out, who had already flown higher up in the air, and jumped in. This Banshee was much more spacious than usual, probably to accommodate the new brutes. Shrugging, Chris flew over to the Hornet. His Banshee was going faster, so he could catch up. It was obvious that this wasn’t an experienced pilot.

After catching up, the Hornet slowed down, almost to a complete stop.

“Human!” Said the Elite in the Hornet. “We must exchange vehicles!”

Chris opened up his Banshee so he could talk to the Elite. “How the hell are we going to do that?” Asked Chris, bothered by the idea.

“We must slow further, and jump into each other’s vehicles!” replied ‘Radomee.

“Now THAT’S what I’m talking about!” Yelled Chris, who loved the danger in that idea.

Both Planes flew up as high as necessary so they could have enough time to jump. Chris went a little father ahead. They both opened up their hatches, and stood up.

“All right Elite, JUMP!”

Both jumped, hoping that they would land on the other vehicle. Due to Chris’s armour, he was heavier, only slightly though.

CLUNK

Both of the Soldiers landed in their respective vehicles, and got into their seating positions. As if nothing had just happened, both took off, racing towards the Loyalist camp. Hell was to be paid.

Kwarsh, with Unggoy, Sangheili, and Lekgolo soldiers had emerged from their quarters and headed towards the Separatist camp. Kwarsh was worried about ‘Radomee, but at least the re-enforcements had arrived. As usual, Kwarsh had no value for his own life, so he rushed into battle, well aware of the consequences but frankly, HE DIDN’T GIVE A DAMN.

The Lekgolo soldiers were almost non-sentient. All the did was make odd vibrations and killed. The Jiralhanae obviously took this to their advantage, because something without a full brain is incredibly easy to control. That meant that after a small trek, Kwarsh and his men were greeted by Loyalist Lekgolo...and...loyalist Unggoy.

“What the hell?” Asked Kwarsh, after he was an Unggoy shooting at a Sangheili. “What are you doing wearing that ridiculous get-up, Unggoy?”

The Unggoy turned to face Kwarsh and whispered “Kill...KILL!!” It pulled out a Needler and started firing at Kwarsh and his soldiers...well...at least until one of the Sangheili had shot it in the eye using a Carbine.

“Nice shot, warrior.” Said Kwarsh, who was turning around to congratulate the Sangheili.

“Thank you, Kwarsh. I am-“

BZZZOOM

A particle beam rifle round had just entered...and exited...the Sangheili’s head, Blood and brains landing on Kwarsh’s face.

“Oh, for the love of...Unggoy and Sangheili, find some Ghosts and follow the Human Warthogs. Lekgolo, follow me.”

Just then, the soldiers heard the zoom of a huge engine. Choppers, the Loyalist equivalent of the Ghost. They were massive, maybe even twice the size of a Ghost. They shot Spikes out of two cannons planted on the sides of the engine.

“This...might pose a small problem.” Said Kwarsh to the Lekgolo. “But nothing you can’t handle, right?”

The Lekgolo didn’t even need to respond to know that they had to use their Fuel Rod cannons on their arms. They charged up a green ball of energy, and let out a huge beam of green energy. Unfortunately, those beams were slow, and only one of the 6 Lekgolo managed to hit a Chopper. The Chopper exploded, and the pilot was ripped apart by the blast. One less Jiralhanae.

‘Radomee and Chris had arrived at the Brute camp. Because the ruins were gone, all they had was a compromised camp composed of a few buildings.

Chris turned on his Radio and set it to the Banshee’s frequency. “This shouldn’t be too hard. One of us probably could’ve done this by ourselves.”

“Do not underestimate their power, Human. While you and I are trained to the highest degree, not even we could defeat them. We need support, and it’s on its way.”

The camp was extremely far now, and Chris could only barely make out the Elites fighting Brutes, and winning. This was a good side, at least they would have some back-up when the going got tough. Disregarding that, Chris looked down directly in front of him. The loyalist camp. It was teeming with Brutes and Jackals on the ground, with some Grunts scattered about, and Drones on air patrol.

“What do we do now?” Asked Chris, looking at the Banshee beside him.

“We take out their...Drone...forces in the air, and then concentrate our fire on the few Banshees left. We will then use our missile attachments to eliminate the ground forces, leaving our allies the easy job of straggler clean-up.”

“Sounds like a plan. Those Marines down there by the Elephant look like they need some MAJOR help.” Said Chris, looking the soldiers whom were taking occasional pot-shots from the Elephant. The Warthog containing the ODSTs was completely destroyed, with a dead body beside it.

Kwarsh and his men had discovered something particularity...un-nerving. They caught a group of Jiralhanae behind the medical ward. The beasts were planning their escape. If those 6 apes could penetrate the UNSC-Separatist camp, who knows how many were back there, hiding. He rounded up a few Unggoy and Sangheili, and told them to look for any Kig-Yar or Jiralhanae, and eliminate them on sight. Suddenly, a spike landed in Kwarsh’s left arm, knocking him over. The Sangheili that remained with Kwarsh – Krio ‘Ferasee, a SpecOps Elite – dropped his Plasma Rifle and “unsheathed” his sword. He turned over the where the spike came from, and charged. Kwarsh watched in satisfactory as Jiralhanae blood splattered.

Caz, a Kig-Yar sniper, watched a Sangheili slay his Jiralhanae leader with one swift slash of his sword. He lined up his Carbine at the traitor’s head, and prepped himself for the life he was about to take. He assured himself no enemies were behind him, and reminded himself of his arm shield. The Sangheili had vanished, and Caz became very frustrated. He looked over to one of his fellow Snipers, Guf, who was armed with a Beam Rifle. Guf was taking lives left and right, beams flying out of his weapon in a very tactile fashion. Caz was angered that Guf was given a superior weapon. He wanted a Beam Rifle. There was no way he could take out a Sangheili with this blasted Carbine! In a rage, Caz aimed his weapon at Guf’s head, and fired 3 times, killing him. Caz quickly scurried over to where Guf’s corpse was, and picked up his weapon. The Rifle was twice as heavy as the Carbine, but he could adjust. To test out his new weapon, Caz fired at a Sangheili Minor, who was attacking a Jiralhanae hiding behind the human medical ward. Caz gave a smile of satisfaction as the faster-than-light beam shot through that damned Sangheili’s skull, bits of brain and blood flew out the other side with it. At this rate, Caz might be promoted to a higher rank.

Chris and ‘Radomee were firing down at the Brutes and Grunts down below, whom were firing assorted projectiles in an unorganized fashion. Amused at the Grunts whom of which were trying to dodge attacks from the ground and the air, ‘Radomee kept shooting at their feet, making them “dance” to dodge the rays of Plasma that the Banshee was firing.

Chris, on the other hand, was taking no chances with the Brutes down below, and fired missiles down at them. Corpses flew every which way, and 'Radomee started to get serious as well.

Wilkins stuck his head outside of the Elephant and fired his pistol. On both his sides, were Marines armed with BR55HB SR Battle Rifles and MA5C Assault Rifles. The shields of the Brutes deflected both of these rounds, making it hard to take any out. Why they didn't ask the Elites for Plasma Rifles or Carbines was beyond him, so he attempted to get some. He got a Marine with a Rocket Launcher and told him to sit on the back of a Mongoose while Wilkins drove. Their mission: Get some Plasma weapons. With the Elite and Spartan up above, he thought he was more than covered. He drove, trying to run over Grunts and the occasional Jackal. The Marine, who was named Corporal Dennis Hartz, was amazing with a Rocket Launcher, taking 5 lives with every shot fired. Once they got to a place with some dead bodies and a wall that provided ample cover, Wilkins un mounted the Mongoose, grabbing every Plasma-based weapon he could find. Cpl. Hartz’s Rocket Launcher was empty, so he had no choice but to defend himself and Wilkins with an M7 SMG. Not his favourite weapon, but it would have to do. Wilkins was hit in the back with a Plasma Pistol round.

“Dammit, boy! You that Em Seven like you frigging mean it!” “To be fair, Lieutenant, if you get in the back and let me drive to the Elephant...”

“Hold on to these, dammit.” Said Wilkins, handing the Plasma weapons over to Hartz. “And hold on to ‘em tight because I’ll be damned if I’m driving back to get them again!”

Hartz nodded and Wilkins started up the Mongoose again, zooming at full speed to the Elephant. “MOVE, GOD DAMMIT!” Yelled Wilkins as he entered the interior of the vehicle, trying to avoid the panicking Marines inside. The Mongoose stopped, and Wilkins got off. “Hartz, give every soldier in here one of the guns.”

Hartz nodded and gave each Marine a Plasma weapon. Though apparently, it was all futile, as Spartan-099 and the Golden Elite landed.

“Spartan-099 and Ship Master Qutar ‘Radomee reporting for duty, sir.” Said Chris, cocking his Assault Rifle. “How are you guys doing?”

“Thank God you’re here, Chris.” Said Wilkins. “We were being dominated a few minutes ago. I went and got these Plasma weapons because we couldn’t break those frigging Brute and Jackal shields with our Em Sevens, Bee are fifty-fives and Em Eh Five Cees. And we didn’t have enough SPNKr ammo to cause enough damage to their base.”

“The Brutes have retreated into that building, yes?” Asked ‘Radomee, pointing his Plasma Rifle to the compromised building that was once a UNSC base.

“Yes sir.” Said Cpl. Hartz. “They’re sending out a few troops every once in a while.”

“Human, what was behind that base prior to its capture?” ‘Radomee asked Wilkins.

“Missile Silos, why?” Wilkins replied, looking puzzled.

“I advise that we destroy everything in front of us, before-“

The ground shook and everyone looked forward. An enormous machine rose from one of the Missile Silos. It had four legs and was at least three times taller than the Elephant.

“Sweet...Jesus...” Said Wilkins. “What the hell is that Chris?!”

“That, Sir, is the Type-47 Ultra Heavy Assault Platform. Otherwise known as the ‘Scarab’.” Chris replied, and ‘Radomee nodded. “More or less the Covenant’s equivalent to our Elephant right there. I suggest we take some cover.”

“And why would that be, Spartan?” Wilkins asked.

Just then, the front of the Scarab glowed as a greenish-blue ball formed at the tip.

“RUN HUMANS!” Yelled out ‘Radomee, who grabbed Chris and Wilkins and jumped out of the way. A few more Marines ran as well.

Corporal Hartz stared at the ball of energy in awe. He was paralyzed. After 2 more seconds, an astounding beam of light and plasma blasted out from the front of the Scarab, destroying everything in front of it instantly. Hartz cried out in terror as the beam struck him, ripping him and what remained on the Elephant apart.

Chris looked in horror as the Marines and the ODSTs we had been fighting side-by-side with had been killed just like that.