User:Norman-123/Halo: Misson to the Moon

Introduction
This story takes place during the Battle of Luna, during the second battle of the Sol System. It follows Major Robert Stanley and Field Master Jara 'Karum

Characters

 * Major Robert Stanley
 * Field Master Jara 'Karum
 * Chieftan Hazikus

Chapter One
The hundred-or-so HEV's began falling towards New Hong Kong, a city on Luna. Major Robert Stanely accelerated his HEV to the front of the group, watching as the moon sped by him. He landed with a bone-jarring crash. He grabbed his MA5C assault rifle and a M90 Shotgun, then stepped out of the HEV

Most of the company had managed to land in more or less the same place. Already, most of the ODST's were standing at attention, awaiting orders.

"This is Major Robert Stanley. Any UNSC forces within range, respond. Over." There was a long pause, and then a faint reply came over the com that had gunfire in the background

"This is police chief Bruce Lau. We're holed up here with a few police, colonial milita and armed civvies in times square shopping mall. Over."

"Affermative. What's your tactial situation?"

"A bunch of brutes are laying seige to the place. We're holding them off sniper rifle fire, a couple warthogs and a scorpion and a few other methods."

"Please clarrify on those other methods."

"There's a vehicle store in the shopping mall. We've got a bunch of explosives-we're packing the vehicles up with explosives and then blowing them up at the aliens."

"Affermative. We're on our way. Over and out."

"Okay, marines! We've got survivors. Let's roll out."

The shopping mall was, just as the police chief had said, surrounded by covenant. Brutes were taking cover behind burned out vehicles, captured deployable cover...anything.

"Go go go!" The ODST's moved out, mowing down the brutes. Brutes twisted and fell, their corpses decorating the ground.

"Let's meet up with the survivors."

As it turned out, there were only about thirty survivors. Twenty were civilains. There were four colonial milita soldiers, 4 SWAT people and 2 police officers. One of them, a greying man in his sixties but still in reasonable shape stood up.

"I'm Police Chief Bruce Lau. Thanks for saving our asses."

"Just doing our job, chief. I'm Major Robert Stanley. Forgive me for sounding so blunt, but we don't have time. I need to know all about your situation.

"We've got plenty of ammunition, and we have also stolen a couple brute weapons. We've got supplies for months, possibly a year, including all your men. We've disabled all the elevators but two, and we're planning on holding out on the ground and first floor, and then falling back if we're overrun." There was a silence.

"Okay. That's a good plan. Let's keep killing brutes."