RP:Battle of Kanna

Rules
Rule 1: What I say goes

Rule 2: Try not to make dozens of posts before everybody else can reply :]

Rule 3: the obvious of no godmodding. Its only humans, Brutes and Jackals in this RP.

Rule 4: If you want somebody to die, ask the owner of the character.

Rule 5: The RP occurs in the Necros Era

Rule 6: UNSC forces are split into two groups, the defending forces and the later arriving relief forces.

Rule 7: Your destruction is the will of the gods

Rules on Adding new units
You wanna add a new ship, add it to a existing battlegroup up there. If you wanna add over (by which i mean you want to add your own battlegroup and want one removed so this can be done) or 'adopt' a existing ship or battlegroup, ask me about it

You wanna add a air unit, note which ship it is attached to

Try not to add any more infantry units, for the UNSC we already have too many D: but fine for Brutes.

Add 'em to this page plz kaithnxbai

Introduction
"So the Brutes want a fight? Fine by me."

- Admiral Vladmir Tupolovitch

The year is 2607. The Brutes have been raiding UNSC territory on a increasingly large scale, and now it comes down to this. Kanna, a border colony world. Having survived dozens of raids, now the full force of the Covenant Remnant is coming to Kanna. The UNSC Navy and Marines stand ready to defend it. Though the SPARTAN-IVs have not yet been finished, the finest marines and naval personel stand ready to defend the colony of Kanna.

The world of Kanna is a world mixing massed agriculture with a few centralised urban centres. These few centers are metropolis on par with those found on some inner colonies. Its a world of vast, temperate, if wet, rolling plains and a handful of bitter mountain chains and violent oceans. Many of the major population centres are defended naturally by river deltas and mountain chains.

The Defence force present at Kanna is lead by the valiant Vice Admiral Vo Chi Gi, a man who's faced Brutes many times before. Faced with overwhelming enemy forces and a five hour hold until more UNSC fleets arrive. Only through superior tactics will he hope to achieve some measure of victory. Also, groundside, the 23rd Regiment, a veteran regiment, supported by newer regiments, stand prepared to defend the cities, with an array of armoured vehicles, air support gunships and new models of UNSC attack and battle exoskeletons and walkers.

The Relief force, speeding from the military command centre of Gundark, is lead by Fleet Admiral Vladmir Tupolovitch. He has been given almost three fleets worth of ships to ensure Kanna, a vital colony lynchpin, is defended safely and beat back the enemy forces. With a axe to grind against the Brutes, he's going to make sure none get out alive. The Marine forces they carry have one aim. Quickly drop to groundside, with ODSTs, the 114th,101st and the spec op units securing the way for the 10th, 77th and 25th then flatten the Brute attackers under a steam roller of attacking force, while pressing them against the defenders, crushing them.

The only thing that matches Lakvanus' devotion to the High Prophet of Deliverance is his extreme talent for destruction. A long time ship master, leading several successful raids on the UNSC until the UNSC tactics and technology improved, causing him to gradually bring to bloody draws, then defeats. Now a high Chieftain, he is determind to avenge his past dishonours. Deliverance has ordered Kanna be taken, intact. It will provide them with a vitally needed source of food, both from agriculture and humans, along with a bountiful harvest of slaves, along with destabilising the local UNSC region and causing a food shortage. From this foothold they finally stand a chance of capturing many more vital colonies, such as Gundark.

The Kig-Yar Pirates are thieves, cut throats, privateers and slavers, and nothing exemplefies this more than Dekd Nok. An 'arrangement' has been met where Dekd Nok has been promised not only a bountiful array of weapons, vehicles, armour and ships if they help in this attack, but also food supplies, new targets to raid deeper in UNSC space and also, once surfaceside on Kanna, they get to keep as much bounty, including technology, equipment, food and slaves, as they can grab. The Remnant forces are relying on them to provide a vital harrying force and ground side skirmishers, something they lack.

The defenders only task is to hold out for five hours until relief arrives. Even then however, victory is uncertain. Should Kanna fall, the whole FLEETCOM sector could fall within the week. Should victory be secured however, the Brutes will suffer from losses so heavy they may never be capable to launch such a large scale assault again.

United Earth Government (Necros)
Defence Commander: Vice Admiral Vo Chi Gi

Relief Commander: Fleet Admiral Vladmir Tupolovitch

Ground Forces
Defenders

23rd Urban Assault Regiment 64th Marine Regiment 43rd Armoured Regiment

Relief Forces

105th ODST Regiment, 2nd Battalion  114th Marine Regiment, Battalion 1 and 2  77th Airborne Regiment 105th ODST Regiment, 101st Battalion  10th Gaelic Regiment 101st Orbital Shock Regiment,3rd Battalion 25th Highlander Regiment Special Tactics and Operations, B Squadron  Special Reconnaissance Service, G Squadron  Special Commando Unit, no.3 Commando Battalion SPARTAN-144 SPARTAN-118

Air Forces
77th Naval Squadron 112th Naval Squadron 42nd Naval Squadron 19th Viper Hornet Team UNSCAF 3rd Canadian Volunteer Squadron

Navy Forces
Planetary Defence Fleet


 * Carrier Defence Group Valiant
 * Odin-class Carrier
 * Victoria-class Heavy Cruiser
 * Thor-class Cruiser
 * Tereus-class Escort Destroyer
 * Baal-class Destroyer (3)
 * Heimdall-class Frigate (5)


 * Carrier Defence Group Morgana
 * Odin-class Carrier
 * Horus-class Light Cruiser
 * Thor-class Cruiser
 * Tereus-class Escort Destroyer
 * Baal-class Destroyer (3)
 * Heimdall-class Frigate (5)


 * Support Group
 * Terminus-class Gunboat (13)

In System forces

Patrols
 * Long Range Patrol Charlie 3
 * Amaterasu-class Cruiser-Carrier
 * Tereus-class Escort Destroyer
 * Heimdall-class Frigate
 * UNSC Dawn to Heaven (Upgrade/Refit to Heimdall)
 * Patrol Sigma 11
 * Horus-class Light Cruiser (2)
 * Isis-class Light Cruiser-Carrier

Convoys
 * Convoy Group Alpha
 * Jade-class Light Carrier
 * Tereus-class Escort Destroyer
 * Raijin-class Destroyer (2)
 * Baal-class Destroyer (2)
 * Up to 11 cargo vessels


 * Convoy Group Bravo
 * Convoy Group Alpha
 * Jade-class Light Carrier
 * Tereus-class Escort Destroyer
 * Baal-class Destroyer (2)
 * Up to 13 cargo vessels

Civilians
Demond Blake

Relief Forces


 * Dreadnaught Battlegroup Ragnarok
 * Ragnarök-class Dreadnaught
 * Jade-class Light Carrier
 * Thor-class Cruiser
 * Baal-class Destroyer (4)
 * Heimdall-class Frigate (5)
 * Minerva-class Prowler
 * Super Carrier Battlegroup Gamera
 * Zeus-class Super Carrier
 * Ares-class Battlecruiser
 * Thor-class Cruiser
 * Baal-class Destroyer (4)
 * Heimdall-class Frigate (5)
 * Minerva-class Prowler
 * Carrier Battlegroup Monitor
 * Odin-class Carrier
 * Thor-class Cruiser
 * Thor-class Cruiser
 * Baal-class Destroyer (4)
 * Heimdall-class Frigate (5)
 * Minerva-class Prowler
 * Super Carrier Battlegroup Sierra-Nevada
 * UNSC Colorado, Zeus-class Super Carrier
 * UNSC New Jersey, Zeus-class Super Carrier
 * UNSC Arizona II, Zeus-class Super Carrier
 * Carrier Battlegroup Leningrad
 * Carrier Battlegroup Intrepid
 * Support Group Lion
 * Battleship Battlegroup Liberator
 * Carrier Battlegroup Odin
 * Carrier Battlegroup Bombard
 * Attack Carrier Battlegroup Group Typhoon
 * Heavy Carrier Battlegroup Everest
 * Battleship Battlegroup Wardog
 * Carrier Battlegroup Keyes
 * Carrier Battlegroup Solaris
 * Taskforce Arrow
 * 1 Zeus-class Super Carrier
 * 4 Baal-class Destroyers
 * 6 Heimdall-class Frigates
 * 1 Minerva-class Prowler

ONI
Arnold Leroy Lewis III

Archie Puller

Ground Forces
Special Tactics and Operations, B Squadron  Special Reconnaissance Service, G Squadron  Special Commando Unit, no.3 Commando Battalion<BR>

Air Forces
UV-497 Tern (4) F-206 Scythe (12) I-277 Cutlass (6) RAV-07 Owl (8)

Naval Forces
Loki-class Stealth Frigate (4) Minerva-class Prowler (3) UNSC Athena attached to SOCOM UNSC Converge attached to ONI Recon Fallen Angel w/ 6 VENGENACE Nuclear Missiles

Covenant Remnants
Commader: High Chieftain Lakvanus

Ground Forces
Grand Lakvanus Pack
 * 19 Brute Packs
 * Drakos Pack
 * Epsilus Pack
 * Keilus Pack
 * Solus Pack
 * 5 Armoured Packs
 * 4 Aerial Support Pack

Air Forces
Hundreds of Phantom and Spirit class dropships<BR> Hundreds of Seraph fighters

Navy Forces

 * 255 varied warships
 * Super Carrier Glorious Redemption
 * Carrier Blood for Sin
 * Assault Carrier Golden Retribution
 * CCS-Class Battlecruiser Might of Truth

Kig-Yar Pirates
Commander: Dekd Nok

Ground Forces

 * 70 Skirmishers from Darkbrood
 * 30 Snipers/Stealth
 * 100 Kig-Yar of various ranks from Breaking Ruler
 * 20 Special Ops Kig-Yar Rangers led by Slat

Air Forces

 * 50 of Breaking Ruler's Boarding Craft (Acting as Dropships)

Navy Forces

 * Cruiser Wrath and Fury (Flagship)
 * Frigate Breaking Ruler
 * Corsair Darkbrood

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 * Ajax 013
 * Spartan G-23
 * SPARTAN 119
 * SPARTAN-501
 * 117649 Aberrant Render
 * Just Another Grunt
 * Lordofmonsterisland "LOMI"
 * KillerCRS
 * Erb196
 * Hollywood
 * Hasharin
 * CF001
 * ODST Joshie
 * Jolly W. Roberts
 * Spartan 112
 * Rejoined User
 * SPARTAN-118
 * AdjutantCoroes
 * spartan-53
 * Sgt.johnson
 * Logmon
 * Scarab-Grunt
 * Spirit-of-HALO
 * Spartan-091
 * FightWithHonor
 * Grievous797
 * Spartan-118

Ajax 013

 * Vincent Warren
 * Faction:UNSC Marines
 * Unit/ship: 23rd Urban Assault Regiment
 * Rank: Staff Sergeant
 * Equipment: Dire Wolf, M73D Carbine, M33 Revolver


 * Angelica Keller
 * Faction:UNSC
 * Unit/ship:114th Regiment
 * Rank:Second Lieutenant
 * Equipment: M108A1 Close Assault Weapon System and M57


 * Liliha Raina
 * Faction:UNSC
 * Unit/ship:105th ODST Regiment, 2nd Battalion, Dog Company, Zeus Platoon
 * Rank:Second Lieutenant
 * Equipment:M12 Sub Machine Gun, M6L Personal Defence Weapon System


 * Stephen Mitchell
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Special Reconnaissance Service, G Squadron
 * Rank: Second Lieutenant
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle w/ M023 Shotgun, M98 Compact


 * Lakvanus
 * Faction: Covenant Remnant
 * Unit/ship: Glorious Redemption
 * Rank: High Chieftain
 * Equipment: Gravity Hammer


 * Carrier Defencegroup Valiant
 * Faction:UNSC
 * Type:Naval warship group
 * Function:Defensive space control and blockade
 * Commander:Vice Admiral Vo Chi Gi
 * Unit Size:12 vessels


 * Dreadnaught Battlegroup Ragnarok
 * Faction:UNSC
 * Type:Naval warship group
 * Function:Space control and destruction of enemy targets
 * Commander:Fleet Admiral Vladmir Tupolovitch
 * Unit Size: 12


 * Carrier Battlegroup Gamera
 * Faction:UNSC
 * Type:Naval Warship Group
 * Function:Space control and airforce support.
 * Commander:Vice Admiral Jennifer Volksanigen
 * Unit Size:12


 * Attack Battlegroup Typhoon
 * Faction:UNSC
 * Type:Naval Warship Group
 * Function:Plantery assault and support
 * Commander:Vice Admiral Johnathan Price
 * Unit Size:12


 * 105th ODST Regiment, 2nd Battalion, Dog Company, Zeus Platoon
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Type: Infantry Unit
 * Function: Taking and holding strategic locations by unorthodox entry methods
 * Commander: Second Lieutenant Raina
 * Unit Size: 39 Men


 * 114th Marine Pioneer Regiment, first Battallion, delta company, Hades Platoon
 * Faction:UNSC
 * Type: Infantry Unit
 * Function: Recon, motorised combat, close assault
 * Commander: Second Lieutenant Keller
 * Unit Size: 39 men


 * 23rd Urban Assault Regiment, second Battallion, Echo Company, Swallow Platoon
 * Faction:UNSC
 * Type: Infantry Unit
 * Function: Close quaters exoskeleton supported fire and manouvre
 * Commander: Second Lieutenant Daniels
 * Unit Size: 39 men

Lordofmonsterisland

 * Robert Davis V
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant Commander
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, Battle Rifle 09 Scoped Rifle, M6L Personal Defence Weapon System, F/I-905 Claymore


 * Clyde Davis
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, M90D Close Assault Weapon System, M98 Compact, F-406 Katana


 * Alice Peters
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, M77 Extreme Close Quarters Combat System, M98 Compact, F-778 Knife


 * Aaron Peters
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, M389B General Purpose Machine Gun, M98 Compact, M2 AM Grenade, F-406 Katana


 * Joshua Peters
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, M122 Light Machine Gun, M57, F-406 Katana


 * Roy Drake
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, M556 GL, M98 Compact, F-406 Katana


 * Robert Nicholas Summers Jr.
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, M1091 Sniper Rifle System 23, M6L Personal Defence Weapon System, F-778 Knife


 * Nathaniel Walters
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, M108A1 Close Assault Weapon System, M6L Personal Defence Weapon System, I-550 Broadsword


 * Justin Cragin Jr.
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, M73D Carbine, M6L Personal Defence Weapon System, F-406 Katana


 * Mary Cragin
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, M1091 Sniper Rifle System 23, M6L Personal Defence Weapon System, F-778 Knife


 * Jacob Harrison
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, MA6A Individual Combat Weapon System, M33 Revolver, F-406 Katana


 * Samuel Albert Davis
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, MA6A Individual Combat Weapon System, M33 Revolver, F/I-905 Claymore


 * Marshall Drake
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Dragon Squadron/UNSC Valiant
 * Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, M556 GL, M6L Personal Defence Weapon System, I-550 Broadsword


 * Keilus
 * Faction: Covenant Remnants
 * Unit/ship: Bloody Sickle
 * Rank: Captain Ultra
 * Equipment: Plasma Axe, Brute Nailer, Brute Pummeler


 * Dekd Nok
 * Faction: Kig-Yar Pirates
 * Unit/ship: Wrath and Fury
 * Rank: Kig-Yar Commander
 * Equipment: Covenant Carbine, Plasma Assaulter, Heavy Duty Point Defense Gauntlet


 * Gant
 * Faction: Kig-Yar Pirates
 * Unit/ship: Wrath and Fury
 * Rank: Kig-Yar Captain
 * Equipment: Beam Rifle, Needler, Point Defense Gauntlet

KillerCRS

 * Epsilus
 * Faction: Covenant Remnants
 * Unit/ship: Blood for Sin
 * Rank: Pack Chieftain
 * Equipment: Gravity Hammer, Fuel Rod Gun

SPARTAN 501

 * SPARTAN-144
 * Faction: UNSC/ONI
 * Unit/ship: Zeus-class Super Carrier New York
 * Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle w/, Camera, Laser Designator, Suppressor, Small Unit Reflex Optical Gunsight; M98 Compact w/ Suppressor and UV Light; M1091 Sniper Rifle System 23 w/ Augur Scope, bipid, and Suppressor; M9 Dual Purpose/High Explosive Grenade; M70 Flash Bang Grenade;


 * Maria Williams
 * Faction: UNSC Allied
 * Unit/ship: 112th Naval Squadron
 * Rank: N/A (Squadron Leader)
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle w/ Reflex site, UV Light, Laser Designator, Red laser, Camera; Modified Rapier-class Interceptor,


 * James McHenry
 * Faction: UNSC Zeus-class Super Carrier New York
 * Unit/Ship: Taskforce Arrow, UNSC New York
 * Rank: Four Star Admiral
 * Equipment: M98 Compact, M12 Sub Machine Gun


 * Desmond Blake
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: Kanna Police Force
 * Rank: Former Petty Officer First Class/Seargent Major of UNSC Navy/Marines; currently Lieutenant of Kanna Police Force
 * Equipment: TISC Sub Machine Gun w/ Red Dot Scope, stripped down M7 Body Armour,

Erb196

 * Nathan Williams
 * Faction: UNSC/ONI
 * Unit/Ship: ODST Fire Team Omega
 * Rank: Squad Leader
 * Equipment: M2A Light Assault Rifle, Built-in Helmet Camera, Fragmentation Grenades, C-14 Plastic Explosives, Sniper Rifle System 99G-S3 Anti-Material


 * Rachel Howlett
 * Faction: UNSC/ONI
 * Unit/Ship: ODST Fire Team Omega
 * Rank: Second in Command
 * Equipment: M41B2 Weapon Anti Vehicle/Anti Material, Built-in Helmet Camera, Fragmentation Grenades.

Hasharin

 * Cpt Briscoe
 * Faction: UNSC NAVY
 * Unit/Ship: Ares-class Battlecruiser UNSC Gunhead of the Carrier Battlegroup Keyes.
 * Rank: Captain
 * Equipment: M33 Revolver


 * Callum Morgans (and his Platoon)
 * Faction: UNSC MARINE CORPS
 * Unit/Ship:: 114th Marine Regiment, 1st Battalion, Charlie Company, 2nd Platoon
 * Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
 * Equipment: Heavy Battle Rifle 11 Scoped Rifle with an M023 Shotgun, Auger Scope, Bipod and Flashlight.

CF001

 * Mary Lee Davidson
 * Faction: UNSC NAVY
 * Unit/Ship:UNSC Everest, 77th Naval Squadron
 * Rank:Vice Admiral
 * Eqipement:M57


 * Francis Davidson
 * Faction: UNSC Marines corp
 * Unit/Ship: 114th Marines Regiment
 * Rank: Brigadier general
 * Eqipement: M73D Carbine


 * Steve Daniel Huang, Senior
 * Faction: UNSC Marines corp
 * Unit/Ship: 114th Marines Regiment
 * Rank: Lieurenant Colonel
 * Eqipement: MA6A Individual Combat Weapon System

ODST Joshie

 * Joshua McCallan
 * Faction UNSC 101st Orbital Shock Regiment
 * Unit/Ship:3rd Battalion, Juliet Company, 2nd platoon, Romeo Squad
 * Rank: Lieutenant
 * Equipment:Battle Rifle 09 Scoped Rifle


 * Patrick McAllaster
 * Faction UNSC 101st Orbital Shock Regiment
 * Unit/Ship:3rd Battalion Juliet Company 2nd platoon Romeo Squad
 * Rank:Sergeant Major
 * Equipment:MA6A ICWS Assault Rifle


 * Rex Callahan
 * Faction UNSC 101st Orbital Shock Regiment
 * Unit/Ship:3rd Battalion Juliet Company 2nd platoon Romeo Squad
 * Rank:Staff Sergeant
 * Equipment:MA6A ICWS Assault Rifle


 * Peter Wilhelm
 * Faction UNSC 101st Orbital Shock Regiment
 * Unit/Ship:3rd Battalion Juliet Company 2nd platoon Romeo Squad
 * Rank:Corperal
 * Equipment:Sniper Rifle System 99G-S3 Anti-Material


 * John Ford
 * Faction UNSC 101st Orbital Shock Regiment
 * Unit/Ship:3rd Battalion Juliet Company 2nd Platoon Squad Romeo
 * Rank:Private
 * Equipment:M73D Carbine

Jolly W. Roberts

 * Hiroji Kira
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/Ship:23rd Urban Assault Regiment
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Eqipement: M13B Kaiser Dragon, M10 Personal Defence Weapon system, M33 Revolver

The parkster

 * Novus
 * Faction: Covenant Remnants
 * Unit/Ship: Drakos's Pack
 * Rank: Minor
 * Equipment: Nailer Rifle and Frag Grenades


 * Drakos
 * Faction: Covenant Remnants
 * Unit/Ship: Drakos's Pack
 * Rank: Chieftain
 * Equipment: Pinner Rifle, Gravity Hammer and Spike Grenades

Spartan G-23

 * Graham Aker
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit: 25th Highlander Regiment
 * Rank: Lieutenant Colonel
 * Equipment: M73D Carbine, M33 Revolver

Spartan 112

 * David Jackson
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: 10th Gaelic Regiment
 * Rank: Colonel
 * Equipment: M57


 * Joshua Callihan
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: 10th Gaelic Regiment
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Equipment: MA6A,M6L PDWS

Hollywood

 * Chris Locklear
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/Ship: 77th Airborne Regiment
 * Rank: Lieutenant Colonel
 * Equipment: M98 Compact

Rejoined User

 * DLA-1991-1 (Fourth Revival)
 * Faction: UNSC/ONI
 * Unit/ship: UNSC Memorial
 * Rank: N/A
 * Equipment: N/A


 * Seeker of the Covenant
 * Faction: Covenant Remnants
 * Unit/ship: The Covenant and Remnants
 * Rank: N/A
 * Equipment: N/A

SPARTAN-118

 * Commander Albert Yankovic
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/ship: UNSC Everlasting Memory
 * Rank: Commander
 * Equipment: M7A Sub Machine Gun, M1911 .45 Pistol (Ornamental), Combat Knife, the crew and ship UNSC Everlasting Memory

117649 Abberant Render

 * Darrick Aegean
 * Faction: UNSCMC
 * Unit/ship: 64th Marine Regiment
 * Rank: Captain (Marine Corps)
 * Equipment: Combat Knife, MA6A Individual Combat Weapon System w/ M024 Grenade Launcher, Fragmentation Grenades


 * Alex Reaz
 * Faction: UNSCMC
 * Unit/ship: 64th Marine Regiment
 * Rank: Lieutenant Colonel
 * Equipment: Combat Knife, MA6A Individual Combat Weapon System w/ M024 Grenade Launcher, Fragmentation Grenades

AdjutantCoroes
Faction: UNSC Marine Corps
 * Unit/ship: FFG-012 Sword's Point
 * Rank: Captain
 * Equipment:

MasterGreen999

 * 105th ODST Regiment, 2nd Battalion, Bravo Company, Blackheart Platoon
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Type: Infantry Unit
 * Function: Establishing foothold, engaging enemy infantry units
 * Commander: First Sergeant Jeremy Patterson
 * Unit Size: 35 ODST Troopers
 * Unit Composition: 2 Anti-Armor, 7 Snipers, 4 Grenadiers, 12 Riflemen, 10 CQB, 1 Tech Specialist


 * Jeremy Patterson
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit: 105th ODST Regiment, 2nd Battalion, Bravo Company, Blackheart Platoon
 * Rank: First Sergeant, CO of Blackheart Platoon
 * Equipment: Standard-issue CQB Knife, Battle Rifle 09 Scoped Rifle, M33 Revolver, Two M9 DP/HE Grenades, M6B Body Armour


 * Jose Marez
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit: 105th ODST Regiment, 2nd Battalion,Bravo Company, Blackheart Platoon
 * Rank: Lance Corporal
 * Equipment: Machete, M90D Close Assault Weapon System, M7A Sub Machine Gun, M6B Body Armour


 * Roger Wilkoe
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit: 105th ODST Regiment, 2nd Battalion, Bravo Company, Blackheart Platoon
 * Rank: Sergeant, XO of Blackheart Platoon
 * Equipment: Standard-issue CQB Knife, M1091 Sniper Rifle System 23, M6B Body Armour


 * Kindik'Yar
 * Faction: Kig'Yar Pirates
 * Ship: Kig'Yar corsair Darkbrood
 * Rank: Corsair Captain
 * Equipment: Needler sidearm, diamond-laced cutlass, Kig'Yar point-defense gauntlet


 * Kig'Yar lance Kindikii
 * Faction: Kig'Yar Pirates
 * Type: Infantry/Skirmishers
 * Function: Destroying UNSC Outposts, collecting loot, drawing enemies away from Jiralhanae forces
 * Commander: Overall - Kindik'Yar, Acting CO - Yithii
 * Unit Size: Destroyed
 * Unit Composition: No survivors


 * Kig'Yar lance Kindikuu
 * Faction: Kig'Yar Pirates
 * Type: Shock Infantry
 * Function: Destroying UNSC opposition, collecting loot
 * Commander: Kindik'Yar
 * Unit Size: 150 Kig'Yar
 * Unit Composition: 40 snipers, 20 Carbineers, 24 Cutthroat Guards, 16 Kig'Yar minor Skirmishers, 40 Point-defense Kig'Yar Majors, 10 Kig'Yar Rangers

Just Another Grunt

 * Marley Valea
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit: UNSC Marines Relief Force
 * Rank: Colonel
 * Equiptment: M98 Compact


 * Solus
 * Faction: Covenant Remnants
 * Unit: Solus's Pack
 * Rank: Chieftain
 * Equiptment: Gravity Glove, Spiker, Jump Pack, 2 Kig-Yar Defense Gauntlets


 * Joblus
 * Faction:Covenant Remnants
 * Unit: Solus's Pack
 * Rank: Major
 * Equiptment: Brute Shot, Spike Grenades

Sgt.johnson

 * Arnold Leroy Lewis III
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit: Special Tactics and Operations, B Squadron, Air Troop
 * Rank: Gunnery Sergeant
 * Equipment: M-99C Special Application Scoped Rifle (Reserve), M12 Sub Machine Gun, M73D Carbine


 * James Lewis
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit: 42nd Naval Squadron
 * Rank: Lieutenant
 * Equipment: M12 Sub Machine Gun


 * Andrew James Lewis
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit: UNSC HIGHCOM, SOCOM
 * Rank: Lieutenant General
 * Equipment:M6L Personal Defence Weapon System

Logmon

 * Atik'L-Yar
 * Fraction: Kig-Yar Pirates
 * Unit/Ship: Frigate Breaking Ruler
 * Rank: Ship Master
 * Equipment: Type-51 Carbine, Type-33 Guided Munitions Launcher, Type-4 Equipment, Kig-yar Point Defence Gauntlet, Type-1 Sight


 * Olet
 * Fraction: Kig-Yar Pirates
 * Unit/Ship: Figate Breaking Ruler
 * Rank: Ship Navigator/First Mate
 * Equipment: Type-25 Directed Energy Pistol (2), Kig-yar Point Defense Gauntlet (2)


 * Dlag
 * Fraction: Kig-Yar Pirates
 * Unit/Ship: Frigate Breaking Ruler
 * Rank: Kig-Yar Major
 * Equipment: Type-33 Guided Munitions Launcher, Kig-Yar Point Defense Gauntlet


 * Slat
 * Fraction: Kig-Yar Pirates
 * Unit/Ship: Frigate Breaking Ruler
 * Rank: Kig-Yar Ranger
 * Equipment: Kig-Yar Jump Suit, Type-33 Guided Munitions Launcher (2)

Scarab-Grunt

 * Lykargum
 * Faction: Covenant Remnants
 * Unit/ship: Assault Carrier Golden Retribution
 * Rank: Ship Master/Chieftain
 * Equipment: Brute Shot, Gravity Hammer


 * Tarbrackus
 * Faction: Covenant Remnants
 * Unit/ship: CCS-Class Battlecruiser Might of Truth
 * Rank: Ship Master/Chieftain
 * Equipment: Brute Spiker, Fuel Rod Cannon


 * Lepigok
 * Faction: Covenant Remnants
 * Unit/ship: Lepigok Pack
 * Rank: Chieftain
 * Equipment: Brute Mauler, Gravity Hammer

SPARTAN 119

 * Ross East Jr.
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/Ship:UNSCAF 3rd Canadian Volunteer Squadron, aboard UNSC Colorado
 * Rank: Major
 * Equipment:M98 Compact, F/I-905 Claymore


 * David Kilgore
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/Ship:43rd Anti-Walker Platoon,Sixth Armored, aboard UNSC Colorado
 * Rank: 1st Lieutenant
 * Equipment:M2A Light Assault Rifle w/ M025 Rocket Launcher, M6L Personal Defence Weapon System, M-1050 Brown Bear Anti-Heavy Walker Vehicle]


 * Sarah East
 * Faction: UNSC
 * Unit/Ship:105th ODST Regiment, Aboard UNSC Colorado
 * Rank:Sergeant
 * Equipment: M122 Light Machine Gun, M-1911 .45 Pistol

Spartan-091

 * Gordon Lydecker
 * Faction: UNSC ODSTs
 * Unit/Ship: 105th ODST Regiment, 101st Battalion Alpha Company, 1st Platoon
 * Rank: Gunnery Sergeant
 * Equipment: MA6A Individual Combat Weapon System, Sniper Rifle System 99G-S3 Anti-Material, M6B Body Armour


 * Jennifer Wolf
 * Faction: UNSC ODSTs
 * Unit/Ship: 105th ODST Regiment, 101st ODST Battalion, Alpha Company, 1st Platoon
 * Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
 * Equipment: M73D Carbine, M12 Sub Machine Gun, M7 Body Armour


 * 105th ODST Regiment, 101st Battalion, Alpha Company, 1st Platoon
 * Faction:UNSC
 * Type: Infantry Unit
 * Function: Orbital Drop Shock Troopers/Landing Zone Tactical Control Assertion
 * Commander: Second Lieutenant Wolf
 * Unit Size: 40 men


 * UNSC Colorado
 * Type: Zeus-class Supercarrier
 * Group: Battlegroup Sierra-Nevada

FightWithHonor

 * Archie Puller
 * Faction: ONI Bureau of Field Operations
 * Unit/Ship: ONI Field Operations Team 43
 * Rank: Lt. Commander
 * Equipment: M73D Carbine, M98 Compact, M6B Body Armour, M9 Dual Purpose/High Explosive Grenade


 * Marus
 * Faction: Covenant Remnant
 * Unit: Marus Jirlhanae Pack
 * Rank: Brute Chieftan
 * Equipment: 2 Type-11 Dual Spike Rifles, Spike Grenades, Bubble Shield.

Spartan-118
SPARTAN-118
 * Faction:UNSC
 * Unit/Ship: UNSC Power V. II
 * Rank: Staff Captain
 * Equipment: MJOLNIR Mark VI Armor, anything he can get his hands on.


 * UNSC Power V. II
 * Faction:UNSC
 * Type: Marathon-Class Dreadnaught
 * Commander: General Ivers

Introduction
9th of August, 2607, 8:07 Theta Nero System, Kanna

The UNSC Valiant

The alarm bleeped softly, prompting Vice Admiral Vo Chi Gi to stir in his bed. He reached over to tap it off, requiring a few attempts before getting it eventually. He reclined back into his bed sheets when the intercom let out a low chime.

"Vice Admiral, we need you ready, it’s an emergency.' He second officer reported.

He grumbled then rose up from his bed and rubbed the sleep away from his eyes. He quickly got dressed into his uniform and travelled to the bridge at speed. The ship was maze like but he had quickly learned his way around since being assigned to it. It had been his home for five years now. He came to his bridge, a semi circular room deep in the bowels of the ship. The bridge crew was at a full alert status, excitedly working at their consoles and the holographic displays before them, which displayed battle data, graphical charts and the displays of the optical systems that studded the ship. In the centre was a 3D display created by a mixture of optical and RADAR input systems. In the centre was the Valiant, a Odin-class Carrier.

"SITREP." He barked with a calm authority

"Listening post Auckland reported slipspace activity." He second in command reported, not turning to face him

"A raiding party?"

"Its marked Remnant ships closing in on Kanna, straight from Azaria." He said grimly

"How many?" He said, his tone curious. A raiding party wasn't enough to scare his second in command.

"Auckland reports almost.... 260. They are moving in a tight formation."

Gi never even flinched.

"Everybody remain calm. Lieutenant Donnel, warm up the slipspace wave transmitter. I need an encoded, full burst transmission set for Gundark. We need emergency aid. Send all the ships they can. We have over 200 Brute vessels en route. Send a low burst secondary transmission as well, local pulse, closest four systems. We need to recall all patrols and convoys. We need all the ships we can muster. Call Morgana and call them to form a defence perimeter by the moon. Drop a radio transmitter for groundside. Tell them begin fortifying the population centres. Start digging in, getting ready for engagement. Prepare for invasion."

Lieutenant Donnel kept up with this torrent of orders. Gi was glad, it meant his crew was competent and read. In front of him, on his command display, the figure of a slender female in a white robe buzzed into life, putting a white, hazy light across the blue glow that dominated the room.

"Norn, what’s our tactical probability of holding off until relief arrives?"

"Vice Admiral... at best, maybe a 35% chance if we use superior tactics and manoeuvres. Ground war may drag on further into a victory. In 10 hours relief from Gundark will arrive... only 10 hours until relief."

Vice Admiral Gi took off his naval cap and stroke his hand through his receding buzz cut hair.

"That’s ten hours too many."

9th of August, 2607, 8:41 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Marine Garrison alpha, industrial west, Aleph City

Staff Sergeant Vincent 'Ace' Warren carefully held the plasma torch close to his face, lighting his sweet William cigar in the searing hot flame. He drew in his breath before snorting out a thick billow of dark smoke. He directed the plasma torch to his Dire Wolf exoskeleton, mending a bonding two of the metal plates on it together. It was tied down to the back of a flatbed warthog, having just been moved to this garrison and in desperate need of repairs. During manoeuvres he had gotten it bogged down in a rice paddy and wrecked the right leg's primary suspension unit. A bunch of his men sat on the sides of it along with Corporal Parsons and Private First Class Brevens at the driver and passenger seat respectively. Brevens was Swallow platoon's radio man and listened intently on the radio as events unfolded above.

He released his finger from a groove on his helmet, ending the conversation then pushed his boom mic back into its recess on his helmet and closed the guard, leaving in snug.

"Hey, we just got a broadcast from defence command! Looks like things are gonna get heavy."

Lieutenant Daniels, a by the book officer pushed past the men milling around the Warthogs and Wolves and then up to Brevens.

"What’s the situation up there?"

"Brutes, about an hour out. Looks like it’s going to be the big one Lieutenant."

"Looks bad, we are most defiantly going to see some heavy action."

Ace mended the seam in the armour plating then lifted up his goggles onto his forehead with his thumb.

"Looks like the shit will hit the fan, 'eh?" He said, turning the plasma torch off and dumping it in the tool; box before whipping grease off onto his overalls.

"Looks like we're going to have to really dig in."

Brevans cocked his head, meaning somebody was talking to him again through radio.

"Got orders from the Captain. We're to go with Crow Platoon and secure industrial sector alpha three. It’s overlooking a prime enemy landing zone. We gotta protect some flaks from the 43rd. Sparrow platoon has gotta cover civilian evacuation."

Ace picked up his boom mike and headset and slipped it on before pressed his finger into the activation groove. "Hear that Sparrow? You unlucky bastards have gotta cover the civvy pukes!"

"You come over here and say that you sonnofa bitch!" He radio warbled back

"Staff Sergeant, stop pissing off Sparrow platoon."

"Yessir." He smirked.

Pearson kicked the engine into life, the Warthog giving a bumpy purr. Warren stood up and held onto his Wolf as the Warthog pulled away. The rest of his platoon mounted up and followed behind his warthog, heading towards the outskirts of the city.

9th of August, 2607, 9:30 Iota Kappa System, Duke Station above Gundark, UNSC border command

Fleet Admiral Vladimir Tupolovitch listened to the slipspace transmission one last time, stroking his greyed beard.

"So the Brutes want a fight? Fine by me." He smirked

"Sir?" His aide said, confused

"HIGHCOM has been waiting for this. For years we've been destroying their raiding fleets, now they've grown desperate. They are recklessly throwing their forces at Kanna now."

"But sir, we can't take this likely. If we lose Kanna, we lose the major food supply in this region and we lose control, while the Brutes gain what we've lost."

"I'm well aware of the cost of defeat Lieutenant Commander. That’s why I'm taking every battlegroup stationed here." He said with an air of non chalance.

The aide froze, his face blank.

"Sir, if we do that we leave Gundark wide open. We should wait for reinforcements from Arcturas and Reach, then send some of the garrison. We can't leave Gundark wide open."

"No, if we go and crush this invasion, the Remnant will have to forces to even mount a counter attack, let alone any invasions. If we do this right, we'll break the back of the Remnant war machine..." He smiled, leaning his head on his hand.

The transmission dimmed and the briefing room lights glowed back into life.

"Mobilise the fleets and any regiments posted here. We're going to crush them."

7th of August, 2607, 14:57 Serpentine System, Azaria, Tower of Redemption

The tide of dark brown fur and glimmering blue armour of every hue seemed to quieten and almost completely stop moving as, on the balcony on the grand building in front of them, a shadowed figure borne aloft on a gravity throne floated into view. He was wrapped in gold and red vestments and jewel necklaces adorned his long, slender neck. His crown arched up around a hologram of seven rings floating around each other. His dim, pink rimmed eyes looked over his army as they began to chant his name in unison.

'DELIVERANCE! DELIVERANCE! DELIVERANCE!'

"My comrades, stand fast! The Human's destruction is put a heartbeat away! All that is required is we grasp this world. Their defences are meek and their hearts full of fear of our faith, fury and strength! If we take this world, they lose their food and we gain their bounties! We shall push into their defences like a holy spear, impaling their black heart and destroying them! Our weapons are sharp, our ships are ready, but what of you? You my comrades, hold all our hopes and dreams, go forward and destroy the enemy!"

There was a single, united roar and then the Jiralhanae swarmed to their drop ships and gravity lifts, heading up to their ships. The Prophet of Deliverance let out a weak smile from ear to ear. His throne turned and retreated back into the tower, flanked on each side by a Chieftain in marvellously decorated armour. To his right was Cassius, one of the greatest chieftains of the Brutes. What he lacked in tactics he made up for in rare power, even perhaps surpassing that of the old chieftain, Tartarus. To his right was a lesser Chieftain, Lakvanus. He was to lead the fleet to Kanna and to take it intact.

"Lakvanus, as you know... failure will not be tolerated." Deliverance said in a velvety voice that masked utter malice. "Should you fail to take this planet... do not return, unless you wish to end up like your predecessors."

Lakvanus visibly shuddered. Cassius had previously killed five chieftains who had failed to complete their objectives, breaking their spines then hanging them by meat hooks off the tower, leaving them to starve and for the local birds to finish them off.

"I will not fail you mighty Prophet. We will take this word intact." He said, full of pride

Deliverance frowned then moved away to face a delegation of spindly creatures dressed in fine robes, hiding their callous patches and spines, leaving Cassius to stare at Lakvanus. He was already imagining killing him.

"Divine Prophet, why have you called a meeting like this?" The Kig-Yar Pirate diplomat asked

"For this... invasion, I need someone to fill where my Jiralhanae... lack. Skirmishers. Raiders, privateers."

"And... Mighty Deliverance, what will be our prize?" the lead delegate asked, anxious

"Three new cruisers, ready for service, along with a shipment of new weapons. Along with that you can keep anything you claim on Kanna. Food, supplies, gold, bounty, slaves." He said calmly

The Kig-Yar looked amongst each other with gleams in their eyes and with excited chatter. The lead delegate silenced them with a motion before looking back to Deliverance.

"We will pass this on to Dekd Nok."

Deliverance let out a twisted smile and placed his fingers together and stooped his head.

"So, it all begins."

Lakvanus broke away from the Prophet and headed to his Phantom transport, waiting on the landing pad. He clambered into it and immediatly barked for the pilot to get them up to his Super Carrier, Glorious Redepmtion. At six kilometers long, it would lead this glorious fleet to victory. His Brutes were ready to fight and if need be die for their cause, to wipe out the human race. As he arrived on his bridge he clambered into the commanders chair and looked over his crew as it floated about three meters above them.

"Prepare to jump to Kanna."

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The comlink gently buzzed, once, twice, and again. It was a small Uplink unit, capable of reaching anywhere in the Galaxy on voice link within seconds through to the UNSC ComNet. A grey-clad figure answered it.

"Sir I think you'd better take this one, it's on encrypted wave. Signal Three-Two. Your signal, sir."

"Alright O'Brien, thanks."

The signal could only be decrypted through the use of a helmet-mounted decoder, a decoder unique to each of the 16 operatives in the team. This particular signal was linked to the decoder unit of the team's leader, Lieutenant Commander Archie Puller.

A brief gesture cleared to men away from Puller, and the transmission began.

"You there Four-Three Lead?."

"Roger that, Oscar Command, what is your message?"

"This is Jacobs, Four-Three, I have a priority signal for you, straight from the top."

"Fire away, Admiral, I'm listening."

"Looks like the Remnant wasn't as hurt as we thought, they're coming, fast."

"How many?"

"Our best reports say over 250."

"I see. What are my orders?"

"Get to the spaceport, hunker down and get ready for a long war. Oscar Command will contact you once we have more information."

"Roger Oscar Command, I'm out." And with that Puller terminated the signal. "Straight from Field Ops' CO? This must be a new war or something. We'll set up a recon perimeter around the spaceport and hunker down, Marines will show up soon. Okay ONI 43, let's move out!"

The cluster of armored figures grabbed gear and weapons and followed Puller as they trudged through the streets towards the nearby Tralus Intergalactic Spaceport. But as they strode onto the runway, they noticed the only air traffic was a trio of departing Pelicans. The place had been abandoned.

"Ah sir, should we secure another point?" It was O'Brien a freshly minted ensign, eager, but untried.

"No ONI 43, we have our orders, secure that hangar, look like it has a ordinance well. That should make a fine bomb shelter. Snipers, take the roof. Hansen, take two men and set up the MG by the dispersal. O'Brien, set up CP here. Okay let's move!" As the cluster of men scuttled to obey orders. Puller could only mutter to himself. "We've got our own little war."

For the men of ONI Field Operations Team 43, the battle had already begun.

Fight With Honor

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7th of August, 2607, 15:23 Serpentine System, Azaria's immediate orbit

As the Jiralhanae fleet mobilized in vast quantities, a small corsair weaving through them went entirely unnoticed. The Interceptor ship was commanded by Kindik'Yar. As the ship prepared to jump into slipspace, the young captain was already pondering his strategy. Not for battle, he left that to his XO, but of how to go about stealing everything he could find. He concentrated on looting constantly, as his siblings had claimed it was the only thing he did well. That was not true, as he ended up being the heir to their mother's ship.

He was an efficient killer, as well...

He clicked and growled in the Kig'Yar language, and gave word to his navigator "Full speed ahead".

The navigator quickly pressed and pulled an array of switches, buttons, and other devices, until the Front-view display showed a glimmer of silver gather at the front of the ship. They were ready to enter slipspace at any moment.

The Captain rose from his seat and went to a rear section of his ship, where seventy of his skirmishers prepared for war. Though their weapon options were limited, each was powerful in its own right. Them and the ship were all Kindik'Yar had to his name, though he planned to change that soon enough. He stood at the front of the room, and with a loud bark attained the attention of his troops.

"You know the drill, whelps." the merciless leader began. "Kill everything that moves, steal everything that doesn't. Any of you that do exceedingly well -" or survive he thought to himself "-might be allowed to keep some for yourself."

All Kig'Yar were Pirates at heart, and the possibility of gaining loot for themselves nearly brought bloodlust upon them. Seeing his work was done, Kindik'Yar left the room to wait for the moment of truth.

MasterGreen999

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As Captain Larry Jackson smoked his cigar, he looked out from the bridge of the UNSC Dawn to Heaven to the star of Epsilon Serpentis. They had been on patrol for about an hour with the other ships in the fleet, searching for Remant activity. Jackson checked his old, wind up watch.

8:09... we should return from patrol in fifty-one minutes...

However, that small moment of peace and tranquility was not to last, as the screen suddenly went black, and a transmission from UNSC Command on Kanna came in.

"Jackson, we have a problem. Two-hundred Remnant ships are inbound for Kanna. They should reach it in one hour." "Sir... what do you want me to do about it?" "In system jump behind the Brute fleet. Here are the coordinates. Following your hit and run attack, your patrol will jump in-atmosphere of Kanna for re-armament. Also, get the 42nd ready for in-atmosphere combat." "Yes sir. Engineers, get those engines heated and lit up. We're going into battle."

Along with a few cheers, the look of nervousness set among the crew. Kanna was supposed to be a break from the combat. However, they were jumping right back into the fireworks.

"SHIT, PULL UP, PULL UP!"

The ball of plasma slowly began to turn toward the small Katana fighter, boiling and cracking the skin of the highly turned craft. The Katana pushed its engines faster and faster, but the ball also got faster and faster. Then, it ended.

Lewis awoke in a cold sweat aboard the UNSC Dawn to Heaven.

Another bad dream... he thought to himself as he climbed out of bed, got a towel, and walked to the showers. It was another patrol, and the crazy Katana drivers were told to get as much rest as possible. As he walked to the shower, over the intercom, the voice of the ship's captain, Larry Jackson, came in loud and clear.

"All crewmembers, prepare for combat. We are intercepting a Brute fleet headed for Kanna."

Lewis threw down his towel and ran for the ready-room, where he grabbed his "flight suit" and ran to the breifing room. -- <font color="Red">Your Worst <font color="Red">Enemy <font color="White"><The SPARTAN-I> <font color="Red"><The Warrior><font color="White">[The Thriller] <font color="White">[The Project]<font color="Red">[The Unit] <font color="White">[The Vessel] 17:50, 26 July 2008 (UTC)

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Inside the Tower of Redemption, the 11th Age of Reclamation

The Prophet of Deliverance strolls around in the Garden of Gemini, looking at the blossom trees and the statue of the old Hierarchs. The Great Journey is nigh, and soon, on Kanna, we will stood our grounds and reclaim from there... he thought. He hold out his hand to reach the flowers. Beautiful and elegant...

The Prophet leaves the Garden and heads for the Chamber. The Guards of the Remnant bow down as the Prophet passes them. Slowly, the chamber doors close, leaving the Prophet alone.

"Seeker of the Covenant, I come to you with a task." he spoke at the Balcony, overlooking the Azaria with hands down. Behind him, the Covenant AI slowly walks out of the light. Though it has served in the old Covenant and its dead hierarch, the AI manage to survive the extermination by the UNSC. It never understand the true purpose of the Great Journey, never cared for what the Prophet seek but nevertheless, performed its task with utmost accurate and precise. The AI took form of a Hooded Seer, faceless. The AI answered, "And what are you seeking on this given task?"

<font color="#0000FF"><tt>Little</tt> <font color="#0090FF"><tt>_</tt> <font color="#7DF9FF"><tt>Missy</tt> -  17:57, 26 July 2008 (UTC)

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"Chieftain, your ship awaits." The Brute's growling voice broke the meditation of Chieftain Marus.

"Reahhhhg!" The giant Chieftain turned with agility remarkable for one so large, and seizing the smaller Brute by the throat with one gnarled paw he lifted the shaking creature into the air. "What did I say about disturbing my meditations! You shall not fail me again!" It was a simple matter for a creature so strong to crush the throat of another. The crackling, rending sound of breaking cartilage and snapping bone was heard, then the chamber fell silent. Casting the broken corpse aside. Marus left his red-daubed chambers and strode to docking bay where his personal Phantom Crimson Avenger lay, her blood-red form bristling with torpedo launchers and turrets.

Marus settled into the throne that was placed behind the pilots chairs and growled "pilot, notify me the moment we arrive at Kanna, I have a score to settle with the Humans."

Fight With Honor

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As the Dawn to Heaven came out of the slipspace rift, the first noticeable thing was the star that lay in front of them. However, a more sinsister threat emerged from the darkness: The 200 brute ships that had come to invade Kanna.

"Alright boys, light 'em up!"

The Dawn to Heaven fired a barage of MAC guns along with Archer missiles at the fleet while gunning it right through the middile. The rest of the patrol did the same, knocking out twenty of the ships in thirty seconds. As soon as they made it through the gauntlet, they all entered slipspace, and re-appeared again in the atmosphere of Kanna.

In the cold, quiet comfort of his office in Sydney, Australia, Lewis read the papers about the most recent battle with the Remnant forces.

''Hm... ODSTs seem to be doing good... same goes for the special operations forces...''

Then, he flipped the page, and read about the Spartan-IV program and how it was progressing. As the NavSpecWar Rep to HIGHCOM, along with being the head of NavSpecWar, Lewis ran double duty on black operations and shock troopers. As a former ODST, he was mainly stubborn, and, was very strong for his age. He stacked the papers together, sealed them and stamped them as TOP SECRET, then put them into a filing cabinet.

''So primitive... at least this information can be destroyed with fire...''

His thoughts trailed off, and he walked toward the door. He grabbed his coat and his hat, saluted the guard outside of his office, then walked to the building next door to the secure UNSC facility. When he entered, he walked to the lone elevator shaft, and began the three kilometer ride down into the depths of Earth. -- <font color="Red">Your Worst <font color="Red">Enemy <font color="White"><The SPARTAN-I> <font color="Red"><The Warrior><font color="White">[The Thriller] <font color="White">[The Project]<font color="Red">[The Unit] <font color="White">[The Vessel] 19:25, 26 July 2008 (UTC)

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7th of August, 2607, 16:00 Blood for Sin

The black-crimsion armour of Shipmaster Epsilus reflected off the purple interior of the Covenant Cruiser. A large helm adorned his head, and a Gravity Hammer, the ultimate sign of dominance, slung off his back. His pack-mates stood along him, their Spike Carbines and Mauler Pistols at their sides. The control room's blue-white monitors and terminals changed appearence rapdily as bits and bits of information entered and left them.

A Jiralhanae Captain Ultra turned to Epsilus and said "You bring news from the Tower of Redemption?"

Epsilus looked at the Captain. His weapon was different from the others, it was the Grenade Launcher, armed with a blade for slicing and cutting. This particular Jiralhanae was his second in command, his closest pack-mate. His name was Terrorus, and was an impressive warrior. His Cyan power armour, coupled with his dark brown and thick fur made him look threatening and brilliant as he commanded troops. Though that was ... before. Back when the Covenant was the most feared force in the galaxy, back when Humans cowered in fear whenever they saw a Covenant creature.

And those days were about to repeat themself, as history had a tendency to do.

"Deliverence promises complete Human annhiolation. He promises death to all who challenge the Covenant! HE PROMISES VICTORY!"

The ten Jiralhanae in the control room cheered and howled as Epsilus gave his speech. Armours of various shades of Blue and Gold reflected light off of everything, making the control room look more like a light show than a Shipmaster's quarters.

An Ultra put up his arm and asked "What else does he promise, Chieftain?"

"What we've always wanted, brother," Epsilus started. "Salvation. THE GLORIOUS PRIZE FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF THE HUMANS! OUR KIND WERE IN ITS GRASP ONCE BEFORE, BUT WERE STOPPED BY THE HERETICS AND THE DEMON! THE HERETICS ARE LIGHT YEARS AWAY FROM HERE, AND THE DEMON, OUR GREATEST FOE, IS NO LONGER AMONG THE LIVING! REJOICE, BROTHERS, FOR THE COVENANT SHALL SOON REIGN WITH AN IRON FIST, ONCE AGAIN!"

More and more Jiralhanae stormed into the control room to hear their Chieftain preach the words of Deliverence. The message was rather clear: Kill the humans.

And these were the right Jiralhanae for the job.

--KillerCRS 20:01, 26 July 2008 (UTC)

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Solus paced down between the drop-ships, lined up so majestically, yet seeming so constricted. The Brute didn't like Space-Warfare, fearing that anytime the ship could explode and his pack would never have even been able to lodge their hands into the squirming humans guts. The fact that he enjoyed that was another of his fears. Solus was a tall brute, but that wasn't what made him stand out from the ret of his pack who were constantly swarming around ther leader. Solus had dyed himself Purple, as a sign of faith to the Covenant, he was the same colour as their prized ships, and numerous runes stenciled onto his fur in a shiny yellow described him, the way his pack knew him, Honour, Skill, Strength, were some of several of the yellow markings that adorned his head and shoulders.

A Brute in the armour of a major pushed his way through the several brutes following Solus expectantly, Joblus was leaving a slight trail of droplets of blood, that if followed would lead back to their current ships toilets. Joblus also had some markings, but these he had carved into himself, the most recent being added using the deattached blade from his Brute-shot. Joblus managed to tap Solus's shoulder on the Will symbol, and the Chieftain turned, to look down upon his officer.

"Solus, we are getting near the humans fleet, we should be in range for them in something like 15 minutes."

Solus kept his mouth clenched shut but his growl could still be heard vibrating from the back of his throat. "I'll ask for permission to take several drop-ships out, try and go in a semi-circle, so we can head straight for the humans world."

There was volley of cheers down the line of Brutes behind him, as what he said was steadiy passed down. Solus looked upon those members of his pack, about a qaurter of them were here cheering. Seemed they too didn't like ship-fights.

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"Dove! Get me a coffe would ya?"

"Yes sir!"

Lieutenent Colonel Chris Locklear closed his office door and went to sit in his comfortable desk. He had gotten lucky, where his regiment had been placed he was "stuck" with using this office. An office lined with beautiful woodwork, a large screen on the opposite wall, a two screen computer, and a view. He sat down at looked at painting of his unit patch on the wall. Two wings protected their unit number, the 77th. Black bold words wrote out, AIRBORNE REGIMENT "FLY FLY". Locklear thought back when he was a captian serving in the same unit during the Human-Covenant War when it was first formed. Now after raising through the ranks he had been fortunate to become the commander of the regiment, a fact that he felt proud of. The 77th Airborne Regiment had a proud history.

"Sir your coffee, also a Mr. Hayase is on the line for you."

Locklear looked up after hearing the name. "Pierce? Put him through." He said with a smile. "And thanks for the coffee Dove. Also we're on standdown so let the regiment have three days of RnR." Dove his aid smiled brightly than exited the office. Locklear touched a button on his computer and his old friend popped up ont he screen.

"Locklear, hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Not at all Pierce, it's good to hear from you how are things?" Locklear said looking at his friend, Pierce had been younger than him but had aged much more. The old retired veteran of the 77th had been under Locklear's command for a few years.

"Things are good, damn you haven't aged much at all Chris."

It was true, Locklear was a few years older than Pierce who was now seventy-five. But Locklear looked like he was in his mid fifties. "Well cryo does that to you." Locklear said, he had been transferred to so many units all over the systems that he spent a good majority of his life in cryo. A fact that he hated, he had outlived many of his friends, including his late wife who happened to pass while he was in cryo. "So what's going on Pierce?"

"Nothing really, just wanted to see how you were doing. Also wanted to see if you'd be able to come down to Earth for the holidays later." Pierce said, in the background his wife was watering a flower garden.

Locklear and his friend talked for a while longer and made small plans to get together. Their conversation lasted for twenty more minutes. Until another message came up for Locklear, it came straight from the top, somethign that hadn't happened very often. "Pierce I'm sorry but something's come up."

"It's okay I remember how it was. You better get goin."

"Let's talk later, tell Hanako I said hello. See you later Pierce." They ended the conversation and Locklear opened the message. He jumped from his chair and ran for the door. He pulled it up and yelled for Dove sitting at his desk across the hall. "DOVE cancel that order! Get everyone back here ASAP!"

Hollywood

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Lt.Joshua McCallan hadn't seen much combat since he joined the 101st Orbital Shock Regiment in the total of the 7 years he had seen only two engagments but he didn't mind that fact, he was Julliet Companys CO after Captain Jonson was made battalion XO. Just then his pager went 'Priority Alpha'

"RIGHT BOYS! SUIT UP!" he shouted over his com

He quickly grabbed his gear suited up and joined his men, they saluted when he arrived.

"Sir!" They shouted in unison while saluteing

"At ease" McCallan said while saluting back

"Sir,whats going on?"Staff Sergeant Rex Callahan asked.

"Kanna is under attack, all forces in this secter are to arrive in force and drive off invaders." Joshua replied

"Sir!"

"Ok,boys we arrive at Kanna in 10 hours so suit up and remember our motto!"

"SHOCK THEM TO DEATH!"

"I'll see ya in 15 boys" Josh said He walked away from Romeo squad the only men from the 101st Orbital Shock Regiment on board but by God he knew they were the best.

ODST Joshie 08:05, 27 July 2008 (UTC)

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Second Lieutenant Callum Morgans had some good news for his platoon. That's why he ordered them outside and gave a speech.

"I think you will all remember our last battle, and that in that last battle we lost all of our vehicles, well finally the brass have given us new ones, and we have hit the jackpot."

Behind him 8 vehicles pulled up followed by a heavily armoured truck.

"Like it marines? Its an M660 Pangolin Protected Troop Transport. Room for an entire squad and has a machine gun and a forty mike mike gamma lima."

He let them all stare at it, other marines might not have fully aprecciated it but in their last fight, the entire platoon was on boars and they were so open, the marines had felt like they were in hell itself. "Sadly we only get one, so we will rotate around squads and use it for the wounded. And I have more good news, we are going to Kanna, Remmies are coming in and a lot of them, but we know what to don't we marines."

"BRING THE FIGHT TO THEM!"

Captain Briscoe had just recieved his orders and sent a message throughout his ship, on the speakers.

"Brutes are attacking Kanna and we are getting sent their along as part of a massive fleet, expect over 200 brute ships."

"You always were blunt and to the point." commmented his AI Zeus as he stood atop a virtual Mount Olympus.

Hasharin 12:27, 27 July 2008 (UTC)

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Second Lieutenant Jennifer Wolf, charcoal-black helmet resting on her leg, squinted her eyes to better see into the darkness of the troop cryo bay. As the tram came to a halt, she caught her helmet up, swung herself off of the bench and walked off towards the pale blue glow of the cryogenic storage pods where the troopers of her unit were sleeping. As she stepped to the nearest one, the lights in the compartment snapped on, a warm reddish color that signified the ship was running on either low power or full battle alert. She glanced up at the techs, who were typing rapid-fire into their consoles, starting the warm-up cycles. Her men and women would be up and at 'em in less than thirty minutes. Which was when the ship was due to arrive at Kanna, and when the ODSTs would be dropped, in their tiny pods and along with a few vehicles, behind enemy lines.

Not looking forward to it, she lilted in her head. The Brutes were always a vicious race, and when they got mad, they tended to kill anything in front of them, with disregard for any sort of wound... and the Brutes at Kanna were mad.

"Ma'am, we're heating up your platoon staff. Pulling the pins in five," a tech reported, his voice cracking into higher registers. He swallowed, embarrassed, and cleared his throat. Jennifer, much as she tried, couldn't suppress her smile, so she pretended to have a slight cough, and covered it up. This was obviously the poor boy's first engagement, and he was suffering from pre-engagement jitters.

Join the Navy, see the Galaxy, she thought derisively. Next to her, the croypod hissed and steam rose from its newly-released seals. The hatch lifted clear of the occupant, and she looked down at the groggy face of her platoon sergeant, Gordon Lydecker.

"Hey there, handsome," she joked, and he made a rude gesture at her. Then he grinned back, rolled himself out of the pod, and made a show out of trying to swallow the nutrients lodged in the back of his throat. After so many years, nobody had managed to think of a better taste for the composite, and it still had its disgusting lemon-lime mucus flavor. He took a rapid look around to make sure the techs were busy elsewhere and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"How's it going, gorgeous?" he asked, grinning. Company scuttlebutt had about two-hundred and fifty dollars on the fact that he and Jennifer were lovers, but no one had ever managed to prove it. Mainly because they kept the relationship very, very quiet.

He was handsome, Jennifer thought, his light brown hair trimmed to a slight fuzz on the crown of his head, and his green eyes laughing silently at the deaths he had escaped. He was muscular, like most ODSTs, and had the Screaming Eagle of the 101st Battalion tatooed on his shoulder, just under the normal ODST marks. "Lydecker" was stenciled across his shoulders, and his blood type could be found marked on the skin of his hip bone.

She walked him to the showers, and talked about their deployment orders on the way. Snatching his uniform and undergarments out of his locker, he disappeared into the fog of the rinse-down chamber. She sighed. Soon the rest of her platoon would be up.

And then they would to battle. And lose God knew how many troopers. Jennifer snapped herself out of it, promising to herself that it wouldn't happen on her watch. She sat down on the bench outside the showers and waited.

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Corporal Callihan sat on his bunk in the concrete barracks. He was part of the 10th Gaelic, a UNSC Marine Regiment who mostly got their soldiers from former Gaelic nations. He was transferred due to his Irish heritage, something he prouded himself on. As he took out his MA6A to clean it, his COMPAD began vibrating wildly, indicating something big was happening. He took it out and looked at it, a priority transmission from Colonel Jackson, the message said all troops to pile outside. He wasted no time.

Colonel Jackson stood on top of a M12B Warthog, still in his dress uniform. As his regiment began to file up, he began his speech.

"Men! A few hours ago a planet on the fringes of our space, Kanna, picked up a large Remnant fleet heading towards their planet. A defence is currently underway but with the size of this fleet,their going to need some help. Our regiment, along with all other forces nearby are ordered to head to the Kanna system to reinforce them. These bastards want a fight, were going to give them a hell of a time, dismissed."

And with that, he stepped off the Hog and walked towards his office.

Callihan was in the crowd and discussion started among the regiment. As they began to walk back to the barracks to get ready, he overheard a conversation between two marines, he only heard the ending.

"...seems like the motto will have to be changed."

"What do you mean?"

"Tiocfaidh ár lá,our day will come, our day is here."

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“Alright people, can we begin this briefing?” said Fleet Admiral William Hurtz, head of the UNSCDF. “Yes Sir.” Said every person who sat at the round table. Around the table, clockwise, sat: Chariman Fleet Admiral William Hurtz, Vice Chairman Alexia Romanov, General Gary Kirsham, head of the UNSC Marine Corps, Admiral Gareth Boyar, head of the UNSC Navy, Lieutenant General Joseph Lee, head of ONI, and Lieutenant General Andrew Lewis, head of SOCOM. They all went through the usual password and biometric procedures before tabbing past the “CLASSIFIED” and laws pages.

“Alright people, as you can see, there is a slight situation over at Kanna. Two-hundred Brute ships have appeared in system, and are currently headed toward the planet.” “Sir, I do believe that the planetary defense forces are making their preparations now.” Said General Gary Kirsham. “Yes, that is true; however, I don’t see how they can stand up to a fleet of 200 Brute and Jackal ships. I suggest we send reinforcements.” “We have the 105th and 2nd ODST Divisions at Diego Gracia and Songnam ready to go sir.” Said Lewis. “That’s good… any fleets Boyar?” “We have the 16th Fleet led by Fleet Admiral Vladmir Tuplovich ready to go.” “Alright then, get them fitted with weapons, ammo, personnel, and ODSTs… also, send our Special Tactics and Operations forces as well…” “Yes sir.” “Now, can we move into our next area of discussion?” “Why not?” They all tabbed to page sixty, where the classified reports were all listed. On the top of the page, a word which was symbolic to every person who fought in the last war: “SPARTAN” -- <font color="Red">Your Worst <font color="Red">Enemy <font color="White"><The SPARTAN-I> <font color="Red"><The Warrior><font color="White">[The Thriller] <font color="White">[The Project]<font color="Red">[The Unit] <font color="White">[The Vessel] 18:19, 27 July 2008 (UTC)

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Corporal Hiroji Kira sat inside his M13B Kaiser Dragon. He had only used it in actual combat once before... in a brief skirmish against the Remnants. However, never before had he heard of them in such numbers.

"Sir, how many did you say there would be again?" Hiroji asked his Company's CO, via comm chat.

"Hell, soldier, think it was over 250 ships in there fleet, and who knows how many skirmishers. But, we're in for a rough fight, so you just kick ass and take names in that fucking machine of yours and don't worry about how many of the idiots there are until they're all buried in the soil," was the response Hiroji recieved.

"Thanks, sir," was all Hiroji said, before going on to check over his war journal. It was pencil and paper, unlike most soldiers with journals, whom used video or audio journals. Inscribed on the back of it was the kanji on all his family's war journals, ever since his one of his ancestors from the 20th century had inscribed it on his, sent it back to Japan, then committed suicide for letting an American WWII prisoner escape.

Often, another tradition was to put "Dear Elders" or "Dear Senpai" instead of "Dear Journal" as a heading, as Hiroji began to do, detailing the days events. He also wrote a prayer to his Shinto Gods, asking for victory.

At the end of his entry, he wrote, "I am sorry to become a mass murderer, but it seems the only way an idiot will listen to anyone else is through having the truth shoved down their throat... along with several grams of lead."

-- <tt>Canis Lupus</tt>  - The Pack - - Kill - -  Join the Pack  - 22:05, 27 July 2008 (UTC)

Defence of Kanna
9th of August, 2607, 8:55 Theta Nero System, Kanna

Vice Admiral Gi sat forward in his command chair, the only sound breaking the silence on the command deck was the humming of the solid state holographic projectors. Gi finally cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Norn, ETA to Brute arrival?"

"Fleets going to be arriving in thirteen minutes."

"And reinforcements?"

"Word is back from Gundark, the relief unit just jumped out. From there to here will take the fleet nine hours and forty nine minutes." She said flatly

"And in system back up?"

"Convoy groups just started bolstering Morgana, with two Raijin flak destroyers moving over to support us. Patrol Group Sigma 11 is due in three minutes, Patrol Charlie Three is due a short time, they are trying to arrange their jump to intercept the fleet, give them to trouble before they get over here. All the local Gunboats are on wide patrol and interception pattern in orbit."

Gi didn't change his stern faced facade.

"Sir, orders?" His XO asked

Gi was still silent, analysing the situation. He opened his mouth but didn't speak for a few seconds before finally giving his order.

"Give out our orders, move out group into a wide circular formation, same for Morgana, have them cover the area above the main continent. Deploy all fighters and interdictors. Fighter's orders are to protect our interdictors and intercept enemy fighters, interdictors are to go for their carriers. Cripple their launch bays. Have all warships aim for the closest attacking warships. Have the UNSC Into The Wild in Morgana engage and destroy any larger warships. Make sure that Super MAC destroys any larger warships before they become a threat. Sigma 11 is to hunt down anything that tries to slip through and hit anything in the atmosphere. Have all Raijins cover the battle groups and destroy any fight groups that come to close, have our gunboats hunt down all their troop transports and dropships. I want the Kursk's RADAR to full power, have its counter ee-cee-em and detection systems to full power. I want it to counter jam their RADAR systems, give us some respite. I want Dragon Squadron space borne, they need to cover the Kursk. If any fighters or capital ships get through, they have to keep the Kursk safe. We lose the Kursk, we lose our control of battlefield information." His officers and Norn kept up, relaying these orders to the defensive forces.

"Sir, what about our ground forces, what are their orders?"

"Dig in. Hold your ground. Don't give them any ground and keep control of the air."

"Sir, news from the Auckland. They are going silent, radio transmitters going off. If something happens, they'll send a warning." Lieutenant Donnel reported

Gi knew what Auckland was risking. Sending out a radio transmission would make them a massive target, almost guarantying their destruction. Everybody was willing to sacrifice themselves to protect Kanna.

9th of August, 2607, 8:59 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Industrial West, sector two-three, Aleph City

Staff Sergeant 'Ace' Warren, now in his BDUs and wearing his M4A2 Body Armour hefted the box of MB69 OICW to the now abandoned car tractor factor they were holding down. Opposite them was a vast field of unused land, just waiting for something to be built on. This is where they would try to land. Ten minutes ago two M809 Deathstalkers and a M810 Fat Tails from the armoured regiment also stationed locally to ensure this remained clear. They had begun setting up fire points and kill zones along the line of the factory, using mines and MG emplacements to keep the perimeter secure. His Dire Wolf lay silent, crouched down with the cockpit open and a portable battlefield generator plugged into it. He dropped the crate in front of it and kicked it open before picking up one of the magazines and inspecting it. It used the .50 calibre round used by the M41 LAAG and the co axial guns on most tanks. Made a mess of any mike foxtrot in its sites. He checked over his gear one last time on it as well. Internally he stored a M73D for emergencies to keep him safe in case he was rendered wolfless. He clambered back into the Wolof, slipped his arms into manipulators, settling his hands and stretching his arms, the motions replicated in the larger arms and then pulled down the chest lock then the chest plate, sealing him in. He cringed as the Wolf's neural interface connected to him, keying him into it. The holographic interface buzzed into life around him and displayed the visual input of the forward cameras as well as the side stalk cameras. He hefted the MB69 up and flipped the safety on and off and connected to the gun's onboard camera. He disconnected the mobile generator's cable and took a few steps forward. Lieutenant Daniels was looking over the delivery bays from an upper walkway, about a meter from the building. Warren walked up behind it to the edge and stopped and coughed to grab his attention.

"Staff Sergeant?" He said, turning to him "What do you want?"

"We gonna hold here until relieved then? Is that the plan?" He said accusingly

"Yes Staff Sergeant, something wrong with that?"

"Seems stupid. They are going to get wise and flank us."

"Don't worry, we have a contingency plan. Don't worry Warren."

Warren wasn't happy with the answer and just stormed away.

7th of August, 2607, 9:07, Theta Nero System, Remnant Super Carrier Glorious Redemption

Lakvanus stood on the command deck of the Glorious Redemption, observing the fleet in front of him crawling through slipspace. He remained silent even as they dropped out of slipspace with a thunderous shake, facing a blue-green orb floating in front of a yellow-red sun.

"High Chieftain, we have arrived." The bridge officer reported, turning to meet the eyes of his Chieftain. Lakvanus remained silent and maintained his intimidating presence.

"Full speed ahead, then halt the fleet at 100,000 units, out of their range."

"Yes ship master."

The fleet went to full speed, matching the speed of his Super Carrier. Everything was quite until an alarm began to go off. He snarled as a UNSC group quickly dropped out and slipspace and flew right through his fleet and left as soon as they had arrived. Twenty ships were crippled or destroyed. It didn't bother him. Many more would fall before the day was out. As the ships fell into a half circular pattern around Kanna, Lakvanus gave his orders.

"I want Group Night Scorn, Holy Dominator and Marvellous Sacrament to begin probing their defences." He barked over the inter fleet communications. He thumbed a rune on the holographic command interface in front of him, opening up a communication channel to some of his most trusted Chieftains. Those who expressed a bloodlust to get into close quarters combat with the more squishy human warriors on the surface. "Slip through their defences, pave the way for our landing. Once their defence falls apart, we will storm the surface.

He thumbed off that rune then thumbed another.

"Dekd, I hear Deliverance has bought your services. Time to fulfil those services. When my ships press the attack slip through, cause as much havoc as you can on the ground. And use those distinguished piracy skill of yours to get some ships closer to their formations. One of their ships, some poorly built human construct is jamming our sensors. Destroy it." Lakvanus didn't wait for a response. He released the rune rather than having to talk to that pathetic godless scavenger.

Lakvanus turned to face his fleet spreading out in front of him. He gave a rare smile and then roared over the fleet wide intercom.

"Remember my warriors, the Prophet wants this world intact! Tonight, we dine on the flesh of the humans!"

9th of August, 2607, 9:11 Theta Nero System, Orbit above Kanna, UNSC Valiant

Gi's expression finally changed to a scowl as the 3D display showed events unfolding in front of him.

"Sir, Brute forces are on the move. Three distinct groups closing on us fast. Looks like they are either heading straight for our ships or between out battlegroups. At this rate they will close on us in twenty minutes."

"I see their gambit. They know if they rush head on, they are going to lose, our MACs will just tear them apart. However, they aim to try and spread us out, reduce our effectiveness to fight and crush us in one fell sweep."

"But if they break through they can start to glass Kanna!"

"No, the Brutes are violent but not stupid. They are starving after the 8th fleet set fire to Argo-II. Without that agriculture world they are starving. We just hope the marines can hold out long enough, otherwise it’s going to get worse."

The bridge crew was silent for a few minutes before an alarm rang, steeping the bridge's light into the emergency red.

"Brute ships, 75,000 klicks and closing, we got a group moving right for us, copy that, two!"

"Warm MACs, as soon as they get into range, start firing. Get targeting solutions for our Archer pods and power up the manoeuvring rockets. Have ADIS system to full, I want every Firestorm online and ready."

The 3D map in front of him alighted with a messy tangle of lines indicating motion on both sides, archer firing lines and MAC targeting solutions. He looked on it with a frown.

"Sir, the Brute ships just moved to broadside! They are charging their plasma torpedoes!"

"Keep calm, we know the drill."

He watched on both optical and infrared imagers as orbs of brilliant light gathered on the flanks of the ships before firing like flaming meteorites.

"Return fire!" He roared

The Brute and UNSC ships exchanged fire, both sides sending out deadly conflagrations of fire. The Plasma torpedoes seemed to veer off course and dissipated, leaving the UNSC ships safe. Super heavy metal slugs followed by a trail of fire slammed into the Brute ships, with the majority shattering upon their energy shields, though a few smaller classifications were shattered as MAC slugs passed through their shielding and hull, sending out ripples of destructive kinetic energy, sheering the ship apart. They turned back to try and close again but met the second wave of MAC rounds. The larger warships were safe but the smaller ones, having barely survived the previous round of firing were blown to pieces. The Covenant vessels closed, with seraphs leading the vanguard, in an aim to get into close combat. The closest one fired its prow pulse laser straight at the Valiant, with a tear drop shaped orb of yellow energy appearing to protect the Valiant.

"Hold your ground, arm all archers. Fire!"

There was a wave of fire from the battlegroup, sending out torrents of Archer-II missiles into the opposing fleet. The modernised Archers were so stealthy their defence lasers couldn't even react in time. The few ships that retained their shields weathered the storm by the lead cruiser, a sufferer of three MAC hits seemed to list and buckle as orange explosions lit up along the beast. Tungsten penetrator rods the size of people punched through internal decks, going dozens of decks deep before exploded themselves, fragmenting inside the ship. Whole entire decks were torn to pieces and through explosions, structural weakening and decompressions were sucked into space, along with their crews. Internal systems were destroyed, their delicate works either shattered by the penetrator rods or simply torn out by a piece of tungsten shrapnel. Explosions bubbled under the cruisers skin, blowing our sections before a massive explosion caused by a failing plasma generator tore the ship in two. The other ships went into manoeuvres, entering the fleet into a delicate game of flank and fire. Streaks of red light erupted across the Valiant, ending in explosions as Seraphs were decimated. A smaller frigate, closing on her flank seemed to grind to a halt then explosions rumbled across its decks. These explosions ended as abruptly as they had started and left the ship dead in the water. Flights of Broadsword interdictors had done their job. More fire continued as Longsword, Knife and Katana fighters fought brutal dog fights with Seraphs. During the war the old Longsword was a match for them but now the Seraphs stood no chance. Though they outnumbered the fighters, they were many times more durable and agile than them and sported a collection of ordnance that could tear them to pieces in seconds. Gi rested into the back of his chair and let Norn and his bridge officers bring death to the Brutes. It was the marines groundside that held his attention. All there prays and hopes would have to be with them.

9th of August, 2607, 8:59 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Industrial West, sector two-three, Aleph City

Ace looked up as something broiled in the upper atmosphere. In the early morning, bright, cloudy sky, this was something so unnatural it made him sick to his stomach. Clouds roiled and twisted, lightening sparking across them, with an inner fire burning deep inside. As if like some great deity of the old world, it burst from the clouds with a trail of fire, screaming over head, rattling the factory complex, dropping off a trail of Phantoms and drop pods behind it.

“Contact, drop droops!”

The Death stalkers and Fat Tails became active, moving to face their targets, their turrets rising. A clutch of missiles streaked upwards, striking a number of phantoms right out of the sky. After that a deadly barrier of flak opened up, with 40mm cannons rending the incoming dropships to pieces in sprays of explosive bomblets and destruction. Phantoms dropped from the sky ablaze before the aborted the LZ to land else were. Meanwhile Ace was more concerned of the Brutes drop pods.

“This is Crow platoon, we got Brutes in the courtyard of out building, we got ALOT of them! They got supporting Phantoms, they are using our building as cover to drop in! We need support, now!” Crow Platoon’s CO screamed over the gunfire and plasma bursts

“Staff Sergeant, take Charlie squad, get one of those Death Stalkers, escort it over there, NAIL THOSE SOBs!” Daniels said, observing the battle with his binoculars, his usually calm composure overflowing into anger

“SIR YES SIR!” He said with barely contained glee. He leapt from the roof, landing below, splintering the ground where he fell. Behind him Charlie squad emerged from the building, their three dire wolves at the ready, along with the troops being ready for anything. “You heard the loot, come on!”

They paced over to a Death Stalker that just rumbled up to the building, the driver half sat out of his cabin.

“We heading over to nail some Phantoms!”

“Yeah, let’s move, you’re on point, we’ll get the sides and back, let’s move!” He said, moving up to the rear of it. His men mounted up in a tank desant fashion and got ready to move against the enemy. “

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9th of August, 2607, 9:02 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Aleph City, Industrial West, sector two-three:

Yithii grew impatient and uncomfortable. The Darkbrood and her Captain Kindik'Yar were not a respected duo, and the Jiralhanae had only given them three ancient Spirits to drop off 70 Kig'Yar. As he dealt with them more and more, Yithii began to understand why Humans called them brutes. Met with shouts of "Hallelujah!", the pilots announced they had reached the dropzone. They were to eliminate all Humans in the immediate vicinity and link up with the nearest Brute pack. A Spirit to their right stopped on a rooftop to drop off the Snipers, the other two dropped them in a cramped street. Several Humans fought a Brute below, exchanging shots. An enemy vehicle approached, its Gauss cannon ripped the Brute to shreds. One Spirit stopped above it, and dropped its payload on it: Thirty Kig'Yar armed with Cutlasses. They assaulted the vehicle from every direction, cutting its crew to pieces with their refined melee weapons. Three of them jumped inside, their bodies barely able to fit in this alien construction, and began to analyze the controls.

Finally, Yithii's Spirit stopped, and dropped off his lance directly behind the Humans. Before they hit the ground, an effective wall had been made by their point defense gauntlets. The Humans turned to fire, but Yithii had trained his Kig'Yar well, and none flinched under the onslaught. Above them, the Snipers took aim, and a volley annihilated the Humans, most killed on the spot. However, a single Human clung to life, and turned on his back, his Rifle aimed at a sniper. He took a single shot, and the Kig'Yar's head exploded in a fountain of gore. Before he could take aim again, the body fell from the building, and miraculously landed on the Human, crushing him in his weakened state.

Before they had any time to relax, another squad of a dozen Humans turned the corner in front of them, one armed with a rocket launcher. Yithii knew they couldn't survive this, and began to order a retreat. Before the words could be uttered, however, he heard a horn honk from a Human vehicle. The Gauss vehicle behind them hit a rock, and flew through the air above the shield wall, manned by three Kig'Yar. The Gauss Cannon roared to life, and extinguished three Humans, including the rocketeer. It landed on top of two more, scattering the terrified Humans.

Yithii's lance barked and howled in victory, as the Snipers came down to join them, the Cutlass Pirates from behind. The group relaxed, and began to search for the pack they had been sent to support.

MasterGreen999 23:56, 27 July 2008 (UTC)

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9th of August, 2607, 9:01 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Agricultural South, sector 1-5, Kanna Rice Line

“Aye Chief, we’re nearing the Landing Point, it’s all uphill for you lot till you reach the first village!” One of the pilots of the small group of Phantoms bellowed, though Joblus wasn’t sure if it was the pilot for his phantom, or one of the several others coming over the comm. Solus had been given authorization from Lakvanus himself to take a his pack to capture and hold the Kanna Rice Line, a series of rice growing villages that produced a large amount of the planets personal food supply. Beneath the Phantoms was a thick forest covered hill, with the LZ, a kind of clearing at the hills base. Joblus heard the unmistakable chink of a bullet on thicker metal, as outside a visibly shaken marine had broken from his cover to try and shoot the Phantoms gunner, who in turn released a volley that went for minutes, not only obliterating the marine, but also widening the clearing, burning through trees and unearthing several more marines who had hidden themselves in an attempted ambush. By now the gunners of the other Phantoms had also noted the humans desperately sprinting back up the hill for the safety of the forest. As Joblus landed the last stragglers of the Marine Ambush party were being finished off by the gunners. Solus walked up beside the Major, now in his customized uniform the Chieftain looked slightly odd, with a pair of Kig-Yar Energy shields strapped to his arms and a Jump-Pack crudely welded together with the rest of his armour.

“Hmm…we should follow, judging by their casualties they won’t have put to much plan into a proper follow up ambush…is it not along the Kanna Rice Line anyways?” The chieftain muttered, tilting his head to the Major.

“Uh…yes Solus…”

The Purple Chieftain smiled, “Good…Keep your brutes tight, we can’t afford to underestimate the enemy.” The brute puffed out his chest, in an attempt to make himself appear larger, before turning to the rest of his brutes as the last came down from the drop ships, “Brutes, let us soldier forth, we must take and hold the line!” Solus yelled, before turning and running into the thick growth.

4 minutes passed, 2 more marines were found, wounded from the turrets. They were executed.

Solus and his brutes emerged on the side of reasonably thin road, the sound of engines roaring down one side, and the top of buildings now visible, poking over tree-tops only a little further up the hill.

“I want all Brutes to go for the objective bar the minors directly under my command!” Solus yelped as the engines grew louder, and dust was visibly being sent swirling up from around the corner.

Joblus nodded growling at Brutes to follow him to the village, as Solus and several Minors jumped back down into the shadows of the trees. Almost as soon as Joblus and his Brutes were out of sight, Solus caught eye of a pair of Warthogs, one after the other, grinding along the dirt road, a Minor shushed the other Brutes around him, as a Marine could be heard yelling over the Warthogs engine “We should set up round here, if the ambush failed then brutes’ll be running up here to get to the village.”

“It’s fortified, and the ambush wouldn’t have failed, intel said it was what, one phantom?”

Intel was wrong, Solus thought to himself, as he activated his jump-pack, propelling him from the cover of the trees. The Marines yelped at the sudden appearance of the purple mass of fur that hurtled towards them and the Warthogs turret opened fire only for the bullets to disappear into one of the Brutes energy shields turret as Solus wedged the other beneath it and rolled the jeep over. His minors covered the other jeep in a volley from their spikers, though one Brute was quickly shot down by the Turret, the driver and gunner were dead in a few seconds. The passenger, sweating, his mouth locked open in a state of shock, dropped his gun, vying for the wheel of the warthog, with his companions corpse acting as a shield the marine drove away, leaving the gunner to flop off to the ground at Solus’s feet. Solus had his arms locked together, shielding himself from the volley of bullets from the three marines hiding behind their flipped over warthog. The large brute growled, knowing his shielding would soon run out, as he slowly side-stepped to the opposite side of the warthog. Here the brute ducked, pulling out a grenade, the warthog was being supported slightly off the ground by its turret, and Solus used this gap to roll under his grenade, causing one marine in fright to run out into the rest of Solus’s brutes who gunned him down as the other two marines were blasted to bits by the explosion.

Joblus rushed up the hill, reaching the side of a small building as the sounds of spikers echoed from below. A marines battle-rifle popped out of a window to his side, looking for the cause of the shots, only for Joblus to grab him by the arm, pull the marine out and stuff the blade of his brute-shot through the humans head. Motioning with his fingers, the large pack of brutes split up, with Joblus going towards the small tower he’d spotted before. Several Marines stood peering out of its many windows, one almost instantly spotted the Brutes as they split up, and an alarm sounded shortly after the yelling of “Brutes! Brutes are here!”

Joblus cursed his luck, as he sprinted towards the towers base, as the guns that protruded from it shone bright and rained lead down upon the Brutes that had gone in the opposite direction to Joblus. At the towers base, a marine on a turret opened fire as Joblus leaped behind a wall, allowing the unlucky minor behind to be quickly torn to shreds. Blind-firing his Brute shot, Joblus managed to take off the marines feet from under him, causing the soldier to crack his head on the turret as he fell, sending the turret spinning and killing several of the other marines around him. With the turret gone, Joblus and his minors marched forth, shooting down the marines who were either retreating up into the tower, or away amongst the other buildings, though this inturn came with casualties from the Brutes own side, as the humans above aimed their guns down, firing a torrent of lead upon them, forcing the Brutes to also scatter. Joblus sprinted into the tower, his brute-shot quickly clearing the slightly packed base-level, as the tower was rather thin, and much of the bottom level was taken up by the staircase. Joblus quickly jogged up these stairs, turning the first corner, shooting a marine out the window, and quickly cutting her partner with his guns blade. Several more Brutes now made their way into the tower, and Joblus decided to descend to help the other half of the pack to claim the rest of the village.

Exiting the Tower, Joblus witnessed Solus and his brutes emerge from the forest, grinning at their recent success. The Chieftain approached Joblus, as a marine fell screaming from the towers roof, landing between the two Brutes with sickening squelch.

“Seems you’re doing well.” Solus laughed, as he rested a foot on the fallen marines chest.

“And you I’m sure sir.”

“What’s the situation?”

“Uh… well I split up the pack, cleared the tower and this corner bit with my half…and…Uh…I’m not sure what the other half is doing, I was going to go check up on them now.”

“Good, you follow their tracks, I’ll head around towards this towns centre.” Solus nodded to his protégé, as he made his way through the path created by the clustered single-story buildings. A pair of Marines, noting Solus to be the Brutes leader, jumped out into the door-way of their building, one crouched below the other as they fired at the Brutes flank, only for Solus to quickly activate his shield facing them, turning to the pair of marines, he approached them, spreading his fingers inside his gravity glove, his shield now blocking the doorway, with the two marines trapped inside, Solus quickly deactivated his shield, grabbing one of the marines head with his glove, and swung him like a rag-doll into his compadre, knocking her to the ground. Solus kicked away her weapon, stepping on her neck and lowering the other marine close to her, so they could look each other in the eye as Solus tightened his grip. The marines head made a sickening pop, and bathed the other human in blood and brains. She started screaming and writhing beneath Solus’s foot, who chuckled as he pulled out a spiker and finished her off with a quick shot.

The minors stared at their leader some-what gobsmacked. Before quickly running off as he gave them an unsavory glare. Solus followed behind his pack, as they marched for the centre of the town. The towns remaining marines had been forced back by the Brutes Joblus had separated from earlier, but now found themselves fighting on three fronts, and backing towards the village’s rice paddies. Some marines, not realizing how close they were stumbled into the knee-deep water, and flailing, found themselves to have dropped their guns, as around them, fellow soldiers fell dead or bloodied, to drown in the paddies as it turned a watery red. Joblus laughed, as he stood over the remaining 6 un-armed marines, watching them beg for mercy. Of the 42 Marines assigned to this village, all the others were now either dead or a fleeting few still fleeing for their lives.

“We take them prisoner” Solus muttered, grabbing the Major by his shoulder, before turning to the cowering Humans, “You lot, will have the honour of stringing up your fellow Scum from the tower. I do not want to be able to see the brick it is made of by the time you are done!”

Joblus nudged the Chieftain, “We should probably collect all the weapons first, before we let them have fun.”

The Chieftain nodded, before turning back to the rest of his pack “Warriors, I want our fallen comrades collected, we’ll designate a room for them, I want defensive positions set up, Lakvanus is sending in another force to assault the next village, and whilst they're toiling we can feast for this victory!”

3
In the briefing room, the men handed around their ceremonial cigars while their Commander began to brief them.

“Alright Gentlemen. The situation today is dire and critical, so I want your full attention.”

In the back, Lewis whispered to his wingman, Lieutenant Junior Grade Kyle Elliot. “So, who’s gonna be the first one to down a fighter?” “Uh… if you two Gentlemen would like to share your feelings, please, share.” “No need for that sir, we were just wondering who would be the first one to kick ET’s ass, that’s all.”

Everyone in the room released a chuckle as the Commander began to speak up in a very serious tone. “You all will kick ET’s ass today. I trained you all well. Moving on: Today, you men will engage all Brute single-ship fighters that move into Kanna’s atmosphere. Drive them out at all costs. Dismissed.”

All the men walked out to the tarmac and walked to their futuristic star fighters. They all strapped in, taxied, then fired the rockets.

They would be going into combat for the first time. -- <font color="Red">Your Worst <font color="Red">Enemy <font color="White"><The SPARTAN-I> <font color="Red"><The Warrior><font color="White">[The Thriller] <font color="White">[The Project]<font color="Red">[The Unit] <font color="White">[The Vessel] 01:12, 28 July 2008 (UTC)

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9th of August, 2607, 9:05 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Industrial West, Sector Two Five, Aleph City.

The three phantoms flew into the outskirts of the previously quiet city. Explosions and glistening fireballs erupted unexpectedly into the evening air. The distant ripple and boom of weapon fire cut through each Brute, in the Phantoms, like a knife to butter. They were ready but the death toll; on there side so far, had been high. The leading Phantom’s pilot barked over the radio.

“We’re coming in hot. Load your weapons and show em’ no mercy.” The com went dead and so was the uneasy silence in the cargo bay of the dropship. Their captain spoke:

“When we reach the ground we desecrate any enemy, on foot or machine. We punch straight through their defences and each pack will do the same. Watch each others backs and give them hell!” For once the pack livened up as they roared in excitement. However one did not. Novus. A young Brute Minor brought up to despise and hate any foreign specie except the Prophets. He was ready for war but concentration filled him as he watched the streaks of plasma and metal shards flying around. He was going to be there. Any minute now…

Then, without any warning the Phantom to the left of his was hit by a round of missiles. The nose of the ship broke off, dipped and burnt as it plummeted into the engulfing industrial metal work of the city. A few Brutes onboard Novus’s ship were thrown off balance, by the shockwave, but recovered to hold their war-ready posture tightly inside the cargo bay.

“Unload Brutes and good luck!” The pilot shouted over the com. The Phantom swivelled to the side and dropped steadily down to an asphalt area. Novus was quick to load his Nailer Rifle and to jump off the dropship. He landed and then saw the full hell of war. It was his first time and despite the training; he was scared. Even for a Brute, the feeling of near death and killing stirred around in his body. He ran along side the pack hugging close to the building’s walls searching for a sense of salvation. He was far off that. Then Human marines appeared from around the corners of the street, which they were running down. Novus quickly jumped into a nearby ally and slammed his back onto the wall for cover.

He popped his head around and shot blindingly at the Humans who were taking cover behind buildings too and construction vehicles. His rounds missed and then the hissing spit of incoming fire entered his ears as enemy bullets pinged and smashed into the nearby wall. He flew back into cover but the adrenaline started to kick in. He felt ready and pumped up. Then the anger came: He saw dead Brute bodies with smashed armour and blood sprayed rubble underneath them. He then saw another Minor get a heavy round shot through the skull. Crimson blood spewed into the air as the lifeless body fell with no effort. The blood marked the beginning of this war: a war, which the Remnants were going to win.

Novus switched back to the offensive, this time firing in short controlled bursts. He instantly hit a Human soldier in the chest and made the small pathetic body fly onto their own land with a crack. He liked the feeling of revenge. His pack was still intact and more rounds hit marines. Novus fired again at a retreating soldier and pierced the already weak shields of the poor human. The next burst of super hot sun-glowing rounds cut through the armour and into the Human’s back. The body fell to the floor, leaving a trail of red splatters behind him.

However resistance was still strong and more incoming fire hit the wall and this time Novus’s armour. He quickly took cover and then blind fired until the clip was empty. He quickly reloaded and aimed out again to kill off some more of the Humans. Rounds of the Nailer Rifle struck shields and skulls of the falling Humans and a small victory, in this vast blood ridden battle, started to appear. Then it went.

As more marines retreated hopelessly; two enemy Warthogs came hurtling from around the corner. They skidded to a halt and the infantry firing stopped. They had gauss cannons on the back. Novus had no idea what the Humans called their weapons and vehicles but what he did know is that it caused a lot of damage. They shot their ear splitting super sonic projectiles at the pack and instantly half of the remaining Brutes were either blown apart, in a sprawl of blood and body parts, or thrown off their feet, into bone cracking impacts on the surrounding buildings and construction vehicles.

The Captain of the pack ran over and was hit by a few rifle rounds but still managed to make it to the ally where Novus was. Another three Brutes, out of the original twelve, came rushing over to the ally too. A gauss round ripped open a struggling Brute, who also tried to make it. Anger filled Novus like the scent of blood and fire did to his nose.

“COME ON, WE NEED TO MOVE AROUND THE SIDE AND RENDEZVOUS WITH THE REMAINING FORCES.” The Captain shouted and started to run down the ally. The Brutes followed shortly behind with doubts of whether there would be any remaining forces left. Novus heard explosions and gunfire getting ever closer to his rushing body. Was that all this life offered him? Then again, was that all he was born for?

He loaded his rifle with a new magazine and ran faster. He ran faster into battle. The battle, he was going to win…

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2607, 1305 Theta Nero System, atmosphere of Kanna.

The UNSC Memorial drifts across the empty space, invisible to radar thanks to the Stealth Ablative Coating. No communications can be received nor even transmitted back via local military channels. Only ONI has access to transfer orders and giving out operations. The Memorial is a two-manned starship. From below of its chasis, a tiny lens pops out and focuses on the space battle between the Remnants and the UNSC.

"Whoa...look at those..." informs ONI Tech Sam, pointing out to the battle which is taking place in UNSC's space zone. He turns his head and watches as reports came in through the main screen.

"Well, Kanna has been peaceful all this while. With all the food supplies overloading, it is no wonder the Remnants attacked this planet..." replies ONI Tech Jenny as she turns her chair around. "I'm just saying, wouldn't it be fun if we had the time down at the Strip. Just us two..." Sam replies as he turns his chair, facing Jenny face to face.

"Human Expression and Emotions. Now you two, once we finish this operation, you can do whatever you want..." Dahlia responds as she builds herself up from the holotank. Being her fourth revival for the UNSC's service, her programs has been altered to suit only ONI-related tasks and operations. Dahlia slowly grasp her head and nods several times. She informs the two Technicians, "Incoming slip-rupture...from sector 6. It is the Covenant Remnants and this time, a larger force!! Send the report to ONI, Kanna Division. The battle will soon heat up..." <font color="#0000FF"><tt>Little</tt> <font color="#0090FF"><tt>_</tt> <font color="#7DF9FF"><tt>Missy</tt> -  13:17, 28 July 2008 (UTC)

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Jeremy jerked up, and hit glass. He fell back down in pain, and took a moment to see where he was.

''Cryo room. We're still on the ship.'' He thought to himself. Then it must have been a dream. But he wanted to make sure. He slammed the panic button to his side, and the cryo tube hissed open. He jolted out, still choking on the snot his superiors dared to call "nutrition". He was a fan of the old formulas more. Less lime flavor. He walked a few steps to his left and checked the cryo tube two to the left of his. Sergeant Roger Wilkoe was there, sleeping somewhat more soundly than his CO had. Seeing his friend was alive, Jeremy headed to the showers.

It wasn't his fault he had trouble relaxing on a ship. His grandfather had been a Spartan, and taught him to never let a space-jockey fight a battle you could do yourself. His men, however, claimed that the Spartan blood in him gave him some kind of phobia of space. Jeremy hated that thought. Spartans were just as human as anyone else. They just served a different purpose.

After a quick shower, Jeremy walked to the bridge to check on progress. As he entered, a dumb AI asked in a Cockney accent "Name, authorization, purpose"

"First Sergeant Jeremy Patterson, ODST 105th, 2nd Battalion, Blackheart Platoon. First-level authorization. I'm here to check on progress."

The Dumb AI informed him "Very well" and opened the door. He walked through to see five men working at the controls. Most were working on trajectory, to make sure they didn't hit anything on their way to Kanna. At the front, a Korean fresh out of the academy sat at the controls, his fingers flying across the controls. Jeremy strolled up next to him.

"Well, Carter, I've never seen you work so fast. Either you've got a friend on Kanna, or it's where you hide your Playboy's."

"Shut up, Jeremy. Captain said we had to be there within ten hours or the whole effort's screwed."

"I see. When we gonna get there?"

"Soon, Jeremy."

"How soon?"

"Soon enough. You should head back to cryo, sir. We've still got another three hours until-"

"Aha!"

"Very funny sir. If you don't want to head back to cryo, I think the mess hall's open."

Jeremy left the bridge without another word, leaving Carter cuss out his friend like he only wished he could.

MasterGreen999 14:33, 28 July 2008 (UTC)

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The moment the Brute fleet arrived at Kanna, the crimson Phantom lurched from its docking bay and dashed through the rapidly developing space battle. Plasma and missiles slashed past the cockpit windows, heightening the sense of danger the occupant's could feel as their craft spiraled and twisted through maneuvers it had never been designed for. A nearby exploded in a sheet of searingly hot plasma, its occupant vaporized in an instant. Several near misses shook the red Phantom, one upending it, throwing all aboard but the massive Chieftain into a muddles of bodies.

Finally, after dodging fire for several intense minute, the Phantom and her wingmen moved into quieter airspace, entering the atmosphere of Kanna. Activating the atmospheric baffling shields, the pilots watched as the ship descended rapidly towards their target, a large spaceport on the Southern Hemisphere.

Gradually decelerating to a hover, the Phantoms disgorged their living cargoes and banked away, preparing to bave the hazards of the battle above for another load of troops.

"Here they Coooommmmme!" The cry of the sentry snapped Puller out of his daydream. "Phantoms, 10 'o clock!"

"Stand firm 43, don't betray your positions. Mark the troop hatches and wait until those Phantoms back off, you know what to do boys."

"We'll get 'em sir."

"Dang there's a lot of them, I see at least seven."

"Keep it quiet guys."

The lead Phantom slowly touched down, and out of its troop hatch a lone Jackal appeared, sweeping the area with his weapon, then waving the rest of the troops to come on. Within seconds, hundreds of Brutes and Jackals had swarmed the landing pad, dividing into squads and packs, and moving towards the silent, drab buildings that circled the landing pad. The strong scent of Brute perked Puller's nose. "When you can smell 'em it's time to fight," he mumbled "Four-three, time to fight!"

The roar of thousands of round per minute slashing into the Covenant ranks tore the quiet air, replacing it with the thump of lead against bodies, the screams of the dying, and the incessant thunder of every weapon ONI 43 had. Puller chucked grenades until his arm became sore, watching shrapnel and explosions shatter Covenant troops, twisting shredded corpses in grotesque positions.

But somehow, a pack of Brutes managed to survive the hail of fire and make it to ONI's lines. Puller, swiveling from the waist and firing controlled bursts from his carbine, quickly killed two Brutes, and wounded another, but then the shouts of the Brutes came to his ears, growls of "Marus!Marus!Marus!." Turning, Puller saw a massive Brute charging towards him, carrying a pair of what look like a pair of conjoined Spikers. Puller, emptied the last of his carbine ammo at the Brute, but the charging Chieftain never flinched. Drawing his pistol, Puller fired a series of calculated bursts at the Chieftain's head. Blood, flesh, and bone sprayed the air, but the Chieftain kept coming. Reloading and firing as fast as he could, Puller watched the rounds tear into the Chieftain. Then only feet away from Puler, the Chieftain swung his mighty weapon. Out of ammo Puller could only duck, but once the Spiker's massive blades had cleared his head, he rose and shoved the weapon. The Chieftain, unable to check the momentum of a blow meant to decapitate a Human, axed himself in the arm. Snarling the Cheiftan seized Puller by the throat, preparing to rip him to shreds. For a moment the two say each other eye-to-eye. The yellow, bloodshot eyes of the Brute met the Green ones of the Human for a moment. The Brute was poised to add one more mongrel human to his kill count...

FightWithHonor

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Atrik sat in his captins chair, all his boarding crat had launched, speeding towards where they were needed.

"Manuver us away from the main battle, charge all weapons."

Logmon 18:20, 28 July 2008 (UTC)

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Lt.McCallan woke up from cryo sleep and banged his head Goddamn it he thought and his cyro pod opened and was injected with the God-Awful stuff to wake you up. It had been 4 hours since he had given his men that speach. He was the first from his squad to wake up. He checked on the navy tech waking his men up "Status?"He barked to the crewman

"Uhh..green,sir"The crewman replied with anxiety in his voice

"Good" He replied and almost laughed at the young crewman

Josh walked over to the showers to wash down he quickly dried himself and went to get his kit he quickly suited up and returned to the cyro bay. He started to watch his men wake up one by one I wonder if i'll lose any? He thought No dont think that,not on my watch. Josh looked at the screaming eagle pacth on his shoulder My men are gonna earn these today he thought as Cpl Peter Wilhelm woke up from cyrosleep and saluted him as he walked past Yeah they will and with that he left to go to the barracks.

ODST Joshie 18:36, 28 July 2008 (UTC)

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The hail of Plasma fire withered away at the Humans as Yithii's massive Shield wall advanced up a large street. The captured Vehicle, designated a Warthog LRV, whatever it meant, sat on a makeshift hill, where a nearby bomb raised up a patch of cement into a raised position. Its Gauss cannon fired rhythmically, tearing apart its makers limb from limb. The Kig'Yar on the back was somewhat inaccurate, so he aimed at the Humans feet to make missing less likely. After that decision, noticeably less legs were found by the medics. The snipers had ducked into an apartment complex with the Cutlass Kig'Yar, only to encounter a Reconnaissance team of Humans. A firefight had erupted, and Yithii had heard no information of the result.

In the meantime, he had to focus on an entire platoon of Humans, who had created a bunker of destroyed vehicles at the end of the street, and set up several MG nests as well. The shield wall was holding, but it couldn't advance. He needed to find allies, and fast. He has doubled back around a corner and nervously watched the radar, looking for any signs of Covenant contacts. A small contingent of Kig'Yar was nearby, but they were surrounded on all sides by Humans. It would be a costly, and pointless rescue mission. Finally, the answer he sought appeared. A small Brute pack was lurking in a nearby alleyway. They looked wounded, from what the photos could tell, but a little assistance was better than none. He summoned a pair of Kig'Yar majors.

"Take a radar, and get to this Jiralhanae pack. Give them our position, and tell them we need assistance." The two Kig'Yar rushed into the alleys to find them, and Yithii regrouped with the shield wall. Inch by inch, the wall crawled forward. A single skirmisher poked his head out to squeeze off a shot. Before he could blink, an MG round burst through his skull, and he crumpled to the ground. The wall panicked and attempted to reform, losing three more Kig'Yar in the process. The Warthog fired off a round before driving into cover again, and an MG burst into flames as the ammunition dump exploded.

But during this skirmish, Yithii noticed the remains of the squad from earlier coming around the corner behind them, their rockets had been recovered. A single shot was squeezed off, but it only hit the corner, sending the remains of five Kig'Yar minors in all directions. The rear half of the shield wall turned to face them, and launched a volley. Two of the Humans succumbed to extreme burns, another's face was mauled beyond recognition, and fell to the ground still writing in agony. The other six ducked behind cover. Two of them jumped to their feet and fired at a Kig'Yar in the center. His shield was knocked off balance by the first, and the second burst exploded in his ribcage. The Kig'Yar standing next to Yithii fell dead.

Before any more actions could be taken, the glass on the complex's third level shattered, and two dozen Kig'Yar with cutlasses jumped down on the Humans, their shocking attack preventing any counters. Most were immediately overwhelmed by numbers, but a single Human shot one in the head, and grabbed his cutlass. Though the device was cumbersome to him, he managed to take down two in CQB, before the remaining ten snipers appeared in the windows and fired a volley, killing him.

Although it was their second victory in an hour, Yithii knew the limits of his lance, and they could only keep this extensive combat up for so long. He reformed the ranks, and attempted to hold while his scouts found those Brutes.

MasterGreen999 18:43, 28 July 2008 (UTC)

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Hiroji Kira sat in the cockpit of his M13B Kaiser Dragon, firing his M41B LAAG at the encroaching Jackals. One of the marines supporting him suddenly fell dead, a large hole in his head. His squad's designated marksman managed to take down the sniper, as Hiroji unleashed his MX2 Plasma Cannon on a large group of skirmishers whom were all armed with standard plasma pistols and handheld shields. Its sharp beam of plasma cut through the Jackal's handheld shields at once and killed all of them.

Suddenly, a Type-25 Wraith moved towards Hiroji's Kaiser. Hiroji attempted to move in close, but was stopped by the hail of a plasma turret. He then began to reverse tactics and backed off, using his LAAG to take out the turret Brute.

A blob of plasma mortar was fired at him, to which he managed to move outside the blast while only taking minimal damage and began locking on his target for his FANG missile. After a small wait, another plasma blob went after Hiroji's Kaiser, to which he managed to dodge again, but barely. He launched his FANG missile, which traversed through the air to hit the cockpit of the Wraith, puncturing the vehicle's armour and killing the driver.

Suddenly, a hail of fire came down upon the Kaiser, with two Choppers starting to charge Hiroji. The marines covering Hiroji managed to induce a hail of fire on one of the Brutes, who was shot out of his Chopper. Hiroji manged to land a TUSK rocket on the other, destroying it instantly.

A small group of leftover Brutes and Jackal skirmishers attempted to fire their small arms at the Kaiser, but Hiroji began to once again unload his MX2, making short work of their shields. Suddenly, however, one of them shot a fuel rod at the vehicle, shaking the vehicle. Hiroji quickly unleashed his LAAG on the Brute who did, as the other combatants scrambled for the fuel rod in a desperate attempt to stop the Kaiser. Most of them were mowed down, with two remaining Jackal skirmishers and two Brute minors retreating.

The marines and Hiroji surveyed the area.

"I think we're done here. Oohrah!" yelled Hiroji, as he and the remaining marines attempted to follow the retreating aliens.

-- <tt>Canis Lupus</tt>  - The Pack - - Kill - -  Join the Pack  - 19:59, 28 July 2008 (UTC)

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Locklear looked through his laptop making sure he had done everything. Of course he did, it was the seventh time he went through the orders and had corrected everything by the second read. He sent it immediately as Dove walked in with a tray in his hands. In the tray was a large plate filled with food from the mess hall, coffee, and a glass of water. "Jesus Dove you're my aid not my butler."

Dove smiled. "Yes sir that's true but I know you haven't eaten since we boarded the ship." Dove put the tray down in front of superior and sat at one of the chairs in front of the desk. "Sir, you're not thinking about going in with the first wave are you?" The smile was gone, the usual joking aid was serious.

Locklear grabbed a fork and took in a mouthful of mashed potatoes, they werent as good as his wife's. "Of course I am. Most of the lieutenants are a bit green." He said matter of factly. He was worried, he had to be there in case things hit the fan.

"Well sir, you're not as young as the rest of us, you're gonna need a guard." Dove said.

Locklear put another fork full of food in his mouth, this time peas. "Who'd you have in mind?" Locklear said alrady knowing the answer. Dove grinned in return. "Alright Dove, get your gear ready." Dove smiled and got up to leave after thanking him. "And Dove, don't brng back to much Remnant gear." Locklear said, Dove had a small business going selling Remnant equipment taken from the dead or simple fakes to REMFs (Rear Echelon Mother Fuckers}. Locklear had laughed hard when Dove told him about the business, said REMFs were the perfect target, unwilling to fight but wanting the glory to tell friends and family back home. Dove left the office smiling.

"Archangel." Locklear said as he sipped on his coffee. Soon a small hologram appeared next to his laptop.

"Yes sir?" a sweet loving voice said, the hologram showed a small angel dressed in a simple white dress with long flowing black hair with oriental features on her face, long graceful wings wrapped around her for a moment than spreaded out to full length than folded back behind her.

"Archangel status report on the battalions." Locklear said continueing with his meal. Archangel spoke for ten minutes as he ate. Everything was normal, nothing to fix, nothing to change. Damn, Locklear needed something to keep him busy at the moment. "Thank you Archangel, that's all for now." The AI disappeared and Locklear continued eating when Dove reentered, this time with a two beers in his hands.

Dove sat down and handed one of the beers to Locklear, they laughed a bit. "Cheers."

Hollywood

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"Targets sighted... sweet lock, firing!"

In the Katana's internal weapons bay, a CLAW missile ignited, screaming out from the craft to impact a Brute Seraph fighter. Although the shields protected the Seraph from a direct strike, the force from the blast was enough to knock the Seraph off center, flying into his wingman, then the two of them crashing into the ground.

"Alright Lewis! Two kills!" said Lewis' wingman, before himself scoring a kill on a Phantom. The 42nd drew first blood in the opening moments of the air war, before the formation was pounced from above by Seraph reinforcments. -- <font color="Red">Your Worst <font color="Red">Enemy <font color="White"><The SPARTAN-I> <font color="Red"><The Warrior><font color="White">[The Thriller] <font color="White">[The Project]<font color="Red">[The Unit] <font color="White">[The Vessel] 01:46, 29 July 2008 (UTC)

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The doors to the mess hall opened with a hiss, allowing Jeremy entrance. Here and there, members of 2nd Battalion sat at the tables, eating a meagre lunch to keep from starving during the upcoming drop. He didn't recognize any of the men from his own platoon.

Lazy-ass bums. He thought to himself with a chuckle. He got in line with another Helljumper. He noticed the blond-haired boy, not a day over eighteen, kept glancing at him.

"What do you want?" Jeremy asked, layering a threatening tone under his question.

The kid hesitated. He gulped in anxiety and asked "Aren't you the Spartan kid?"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. What of it?"

"I thought it was you. You just look different from the rest of the troops."

"How so?" He asked, half-curious as to what the recruit would say.

"Well, your hair's about six inches past regulation, for one." He replied. Jeremy had to give him that one. With his windswept black hair, he looked more like the emo kid from high school than the CO of an ODST Platoon. "You're a bit taller than most people." Jeremy could see that as well. At 6'3", he was somewhat taller than most troops.

"I get your point, kid." Jeremy butted in. He didn't like to talk about himself. It made him feel... special. With his grandfather being a Spartan, he felt too special to begin with. "Kid, CJ Patterson was my grandfather, it's common knowledge. But that doesn't automatically make me a Spartan. He taught me to shoot bullets and to dodge 'em. That's it." Jeremy wasn't sure why he called anyone below him in rank "kid". He was only 24. It was just a habit he picked up. Probably from gramps he mused to himself.

Jeremy then realized they had been served several minutes ago, and raced to a bench in a corner. He sat there contemplating his grandfather. He had taught him a lot, that was for sure, but was he really close enough to him to be labeled the "Spartan kid"? He had always told himself - wished to himself, that his abilities were self-taught skill, not some genetic mutation. As much as he loved CJ, he hated him for giving him an unfair advantage over his friends. As he sat there, he noticed someone walk through the door next to him.

He took a quick glance, and labeled him as Jose Marez, a Lance Corporal in his platoon. They had been friends for long before the Corps, however. Jose wasn't as eagle-eyed as his CO, and would have walked by him without noticing him if his friend hadn't whistled. Marez jerked his head to the side to see who had called him.

A bite of mashed potatoes - or cranberries, you could never really tell - still in his mouth, Jeremy called him over.

As he approached, Jeremy said "So, who kissed you?"

"Say what, sir?" His friend asked, confused.

"They say to wake Sleeping Beauty, their true love has to kiss them. Who was it?"

"Dunno, sir." He began. "You can kiss my ass if you want, though."

They glared at each other for a moment, and burst into a racous laughter. The entire mess hall turned to see what the commotion was about, particularly the young recruit who had never seen Jeremy smile, let alone laugh.

Mastergreen999

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It had been a mad scramble, but Dragon Squadron had managed to launch from the UNSC Valiant and attack the oncoming Brute fighter craft. In the lead, Robert Davis V managed to shoot down several oncoming Seraphs in his Claymore, with Clyde Davis and Alice Peters flying in behind him, in their Katana and Knife, respectively. On their left, Aaron Peters, Joshua Peters and Roy Drake took down several more fighters with their Katanas, while much farther to the right Robert Nicholas Summers Jr., Nathaniel Walters and Justin Cragin Jr. fired on a smaller Brute ship, Nate unleashing pain with his Broadsword while Justin and Nick covered him in their Katana and Knife. Behind all this, Mary Cragin, Samuel Albert Davis, Marshall Drake and Jacob Harrison took on stragglers and flankers, the mixed fire of their Knife, Claymore, Broadsword and Katana destroying them quickly. The COM line crackled to life just as Robert blasted through another Seraph. "Dragon Squadron", came the voice of Admiral Gi, "You have your orders: the Brutes have targeted the UNSC Kursk. Your mission is to protect it at all costs. Admiral Gi, over and out" "Alright Dragons, you heard the man", said Robert, "Let's move!" Pushing the thrusters as hard as he could, the Claymore shot forward, quickly followed by the others. Robert sped towards the Kursk, and saw the oncoming tide of Brute craft. He remembered the stories he'd heard of the Second Battle of Earth; how the UNSC had been outnumbered and outgunned three to one, but still they had fought on. Now, it seemed a similar situation to Robert. But he was just like his father; he'd never give up, not even with his dying breath. None of them would, actually. Clyde was a fighter, and while not as good of a pilot as the others, he more stubborn and a harder fighter than any of them. Alice and Aaron were a lot like Clyde, just a little more level-headed and less of a rush-in style fighter, while Joshua was much more for thinking up a plan and having the others carry it out. Justin and Nate were show-offs and weren't your best bet when you needed help, while Nick was slightly more reversed, still being a show-off some but a lot more reliable, with Mary usually covering his back. Roy was a leader like Robert, as was Samuel, and his son Marshall was to an extent, though he was much more of a fighter. Jacob was much like Samuel, but the two had a strange rivalry, neither liking nor hating one another. Robert held his breath and gripped his control stick. This was it; the moment of truth. Turning on the COM line, he spoke. "Alright guys", Robert said, "Got anything to say?" "Yeah", said Clyde, "Let's kick some ape butt" "Yaaahoooo!", yelled Nick as he push the thrusters to their limit, blasting forward and opening fire upon the oncoming swarm of Brute fighters. Several exploded as Nick's shots hit, and Mary flew in to take care of the survivors before they could kill Nick. Robert flew forward, Clyde and Roy alongside him, all of them blasting through a horde of Gigas fighter-bombers as they headed straight for the Kursk. As a few broke through, they sped away, only to swiftly turn into brilliant explosions of light as Nate and Justin blasted through the group. Marshall and Alice handled another group, as Joshua and Aaron fought off yet another group of stragglers, them falling from the sky as holes were ripped through the cockpits. Even as Joshua and Aaron finished them off, another group threatened to shoot them from the skies, but Samuel hurtled in to open fire and take them down. Just as Samuel turned about, several shots hit his wing, and came dangerously close to his cockpit, just before the Seraph exploded as Jacob shot it down. "Thanks", said Samuel, but all he got was a muffled grunt. "Hey guys!", Nick said, "We got a problem at 10 o'clock!" Everyone looked at the given direction, only to see a small Brute ship break through the defensive line and head straight for the Kursk, launching waves of fighters and bombers. Robert twitched slightly at the sight of it. "Alright guys", Robert said, "We're going in hard and we're going in fast! Samuel, Marshall and Nate, you're with me; Roy, Clyde, you're covering us! Our jobs gonna be to take out that things engines before it can reach the Kursk! Everyone else, you're staying here; guard the Kursk at all costs! Now, let's move!" With that, the squadron split. Robert and his squad sped away towards the oncoming Frigate, while the others stayed behind to guard the Kursk. Samuel silently prayed that they'd all make it through.

The Phantom descended to the ground in a group with several others. The air around them exploded with the shots of surface-to-air weaponry, the shots hitting one of the Phantoms and causing it to go down, two large holes blown straight through it. Keilus blinked slightly as he heard the explosion, curious as to how many of the ships were left. But then he shook it off; it didn't matter, so long as they made it to the ground. Then, he and his pack would rip apart these pathetic humans and take their world, then use it to restore the glory of the Covenant. Finally, the Phantom landed, the guns blaring and blasting away two Warthogs, their inhabitants skin melted away. A nearby squad of marines was quickly killed off, though one marine with a Rocket Launcher did manage to destroy two of the Phantom's gun, but was killed after that. It didn't matter for his teammates as they scrambled to grab his Rocket Launcher, but by then it was too late, as Keilus and his squad jumped off the Phantom, killing the remaining marines. Two Brutes jumped onto the Choppers that the Phantom had been carrying as the Phantom itself took off to provide air support and troop transport elsewhere. The two Choppers sped forward, crushing the oncoming marines into pulp, their blood flying onto the charging Brutes. Keilus himself swung his mighty Gravity Hammer, crushing a marine into a gory pancake. As more marines charged him, Keilus grabbed one and threw him into two others, crushing the one's head with his hand and other two's back breaking on impact. This should be fun, thought Keilus.

Such a glorious prize. Not only would they be given three cruisers, outfitted with weapons and ready for war, but they could take whatever loot they could find on the planet for themselves as well. Once more did Dekd Nok realize how great a prize this was, a prize that could outmatch even his hatred for the Brutes. And now, he would be the one to claim the most of this bounty. It was a miracle, or perhaps a quirk of the universe, that Dekd Nok was even alive. With half a dozen mental problems, including no conscience and being sadistic, as well as having survived several bites from a rabid Kig-Yar and now carrying the disease himself, Dekd Nok had survived somehow, rising to the top of the Kig-Yar Clans with his sheer power. In the turmoil around the former Pirate Lord's death, he had killed and manipulated the late Pirate Lord's followers into following him, killing those that didn't follow him, taking the title of Kig-Yar Commander, or "Pirate Lord", for himself, taking on the name of Nok, or "Cruelty", to let his followers know that he showed no mercy. And now, the Phantom finally landed on the surface of the planet, Dekd Nok's Kig-Yar mercenaries unloading and attacking marine defenders. There were countless such air-drops of forces across the planet; the Kig-Yar had been hired as skirmishers to harass and distract from the main Brute forces, as job they would do well. Dekd Nok had landed as well, never being one to wait back and order troops from a ship or command post. Instead, he would join the fight, and revel in it. Seeing a charging marine, Dekd Nok fired with his Plasma Assaulter, a weapon he'd stolen from an Elite's corpse in a recent raid, but then holstered it and jumped onto the marine, biting into the side of his neck, actually digging a hole down to his wind pipe and ripping it out the side of his neck, killing him. Dekd Nok enjoyed this death momentarily, before turning to attack another oncoming marine, breaking the man's arm and then ripping it off before using it to batter the man on the ground, killing him via strangling him with his own arm. Dekd Nok turned to see who was next, enjoying every minute of the battle. This world would be hard-won, but he knew that the battle and the loot would be worth his while.

--<font color=#00FF00>MCPO James Davis LOMI HQ<font color=#33FFFF>I hear your cries<font color=#CC3333>May your works be honorable 23:08, 29 July 2008 (UTC)

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Atik looked at the battle, amazed at how well it was going. He figured it was time to turn the tides in the Kig-Yar and Remnant’s favor.

“Move the ‘’Breaking Ruler’’ into the planet’s atmosphere! We’re taking this planet before this all goes bad!”

Dlag sat in the pilot seat of a boarding craft, the surface of Kanna whizzing by beneath it. Next to him sat Slat, and behind them were the Special Operations Kig-Yar Rangers

Slat scanned the horizon, looking for a nice target.

Flames erupted around the ‘’Breaking Ruler’’ as it entered Kanna’s atmosphere. They quickly subsided as the ship righted itself, just forty-five meters over the ground. A large grouping of humans opened fire with SPANKr rockets before a plasma torpedo engulfed and atomized them.

Atik’L-Yar smiled a devilish grin.

Logmon 00:58, 30 July 2008 (UTC)

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Locklear cleaned and inspected his M98 Compact for the fifth time now. He pressed the clip released and looked inside, "Yep there's bullets in it." He was growing antsy, he was briefed on the situation on Kanna, things werent looking good for the groundforces. He slid the clip back into place and heard the satisfying click. Dove stood next to him going as he went through a small blue book. They were both ready for the fight, all of the 77th was. He and Dove were in his office in their dark grey BDUs (Battle Dress Uniforms) of the ODSTs, they had decided to leave behind the protective plating. Locklear's job was to lead the Regiment not the company he did before during the Great War. He looked at a small portrait with his wife sitting on a swing smiling at him, her dirty blonde hair blew with the wind.

"Sir, you think there's any REMFs on Kanna?" Dove said as he wrote in his little blue book.

"Dove, we're about to go into the largest battle since the Great War and all you can think about is screw over some REMFs?" Locklear said with a smile. When Dove was an ODST he had been wounded in a raid, while he was in the hospital some Rear Echelon Mother F***ers had stole his wallet, a necklace from his girlfriend, and his watch, ever since than he had been screwing over REMFs with his business.

"Well sir, it'd be easier selling there than having to bring the stuff with me back to Gundark."

Locklear laughed, Dove had connections everywhere, it was almost impossible to bring back enemy equipment but Dove had always pulled strings and always had a full supply to sell. "Dove, with the situation on Kanna, even the REMFs are in the fight."

Dove closed his blue book and put it into his left breast pocket. He stood there for a moment leaning on a desk. "How many you think we'll lose?"

Locklear had already thought about it, he had trained his men well he knew it. They had griped and complained about the intensity of their training and exercises. He knew it'd be damn difficult to kill one of his men, and if one did die he'd bring down a few Brute hides with him. He knew there would be casualties, there always were but his men would be fine. "The real question is how many do you think the Kongs will lose." Locklear said with confidence.

Hollywood

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Hiroji and his marines continued to follow the retreating soldiers. Suddenly, plasma blasts burst from around all directions, with the marines dying almost instantly and with the movement of the Kaiser being heavily compromised.

"Hah! Human, you dare come to face us? If you are willing to face us, do not face us like a coward, in that giant hulk of useless scrap!" one of the Brute translators yelled to Hiroji, directly stating what his Chieftain beside him was saying.

Shit, it was an ambush... all along... a motherfucking ambush, thought Hiroji, only to be awoken from his thoughts by the sight of two Wraiths, coming to finish the Kaiser off. They fired large blobs of plasma mortar, causing Hiroji to attempt to dodge, only to lose the Kaser's arms. The troops surrounding the Kaiser all moved to the Wraith, laughing with glee to see the Kaiser dismembered and destroyed. However, another shot didn't, come, and suddenly, a Jackal had pried itself into the cockpit. Hiroji quickly grabbed his Revolver, and shot it once in the face. It fell into the cockpit, dead.

However, another hail of plasma mortar came, this time two blobs, and Hiroji unlocked all his missiles and rockets and fired. The FANG missile and TUSK Rockets took out the Wraiths along with most of the surrounding troops, while all living ones immediately routed. The plasma mortar then hit the Kaiser, just barely leaving the cockpit intact, but leaving the exoskeleton useless.

Hiroji left the cockpit, fishing out his his M10 and his M33 Revolver. He attempted to find any signs of communication devices, but couldn't. In the distance, however, he saw a civillian two-story house. After getting closer to it, he saw a Human woman hung on the roof, bloodied, with the words "DY ENFEDALS" crudely written in blood and badly-translated English. Hiroji quickly grabbed as many grenades he could carry from dead marines, Brutes, and Jackals, ran for the house, and managed to climb on to the roof. He tossed a frag and a plasma in the window and whispered under his breath:

"Good men have good deaths. Looks like the Gods don't like you much at all, filthy apes."

-- <tt>Canis Lupus</tt>  - The Pack - - Kill - -  Join the Pack  - 04:30, 30 July 2008 (UTC)

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In a Herculean effort, Puller lifted the second massive Spiker from the Chieftain's sling and, with a strength born of desperation, fired the last two rounds into the Brute's chest. Growling, the Brute released the Human, and Puller scuttled away, seized his cast-off pistol and with a single burst, left the Brute in a bloody heap on the hangar floor.

Marus roared in pain, the wounds from the Spiker barbs in his chest leaving a red cascade down his chest. He was on the brink of death now, his power armor lying in a bloody puddle by his feet. His packmates gathered around him, trying to staunch the dark red flow of blood from his countless wounds. "Go on," he snarled. His comrades ignored his words. "Leave me!" he snarled once again. His packamtes till failed to heed his words. Then, ripping one of the bloody spikes from his chest, he lashed out, catching a Brute Minor in the stomach. "I have no need of your help!" he roared. Groaning and grunting, Marus rose to his feet. Grabbing a Nailer from the hands of another Brute, Marus swung it towards a nearby Brute Captain. "Take your Jirlhanae forward, or I shall nail you to the wall, Captain. I have no use for cowards in my pack!"

Although a single Nailer rifle should not have caused a pack of fierce Brutes to cower, a single Nailer in the hands of a monstrous Brute, his fur matted with a cascade of blood was enough to strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest Brute, and so Marus' pack turned back into the battle.

Marus himself limped towards a nearby Phantom, cursing his bad fortune and clutching his agonizingly painful wounds. A few Jacakals thought that this large, and so they thought, dying Brute would make an appetizing meal. But a few bursts from Marus' Nailer ensured that they would never hunger for Brute again.

Reaching the Phantom, Marus crawled aboard, and then the darkness overcame him...

"That was a close one, sir " it was Ensign O'Brien. Puller rubbed his bruised throat recalling the brush with death he had had only minute ago.

"Sure was. Those Bravo Kilos keep coming up with bigger stuff ever time we run into them. Only a Brute would weld two Spikers together...You manage to get through to ONI Command."

"Yes sir. They want us to hook up with a group of Marines on the other side of town, apparently there's some kind of weird Covie activity there they want us to check out."

"Okay, O'Brien. Oh and sir, and it look like just ran into the local motorpool. Five spanking new Weasels. Looks like we get to ride for a change."

"Sounds good to me. I got shotgun."

FightWithHonor

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Out of the sky, a tight formation of five Seraph fighters dived in from their ships in outerspace. They pounced on the 42nd, who immediately began evasive manuvers to evade the new plasma weapons systems. Lewis' plane was hit as a single plasma bolt impacted his right wing, melting through the upper layers.

''Shit... if we go into space, I won't be able to make it back home without burning up...''

Lewis immeidately checked his RADAR, along with his known position of his home ship in outer space.

If this fight gets up there, make a run for it.

Lewis immediately turned his ship to the right, rolling over before coming head on at a Seraph. The Brute, losing situational awareness with another 42nd member on his six, pushed the controls down, causing the Seraph to nose dive into the ground.

"YEAH! ONE KILL FOR HAWKINS!"

The pilot turned his ship to the left as Lewis turned his left as well, and, they passed by only inches from each other before turning to engage the other Seraphs.

"FIRE!"

A MAC shell screamed away from the UNSC Dawn to Heaven, impacting on a Covenant CCS-Class Battle Cruiser, ripping through a section of it. Atmosphere vented from the ship until the Brute commanders locked down that section, preventing any furhter loss of atmosphere.

"FIRE ON THE CONTROL ROOM!"

The Dawn to Heaven re-positioned, then fired a volley of three MAC shells at the command room of the Battle Cruiser. The three shells ripped through it, causing atmosphere to vent. Then, the ship rolled over, and prepared to enter Kanna's atmosphere.

"Fire on the engines... finish the bastard."

The Dawn to Heaven fired another quick burst of three MAC shells at the engines. This caused them to overload, then explode violently. The ship was finished. THe lone UNSC frigate moved to engage a Covenant Assault Carrier. -- <font color="Red">Your Worst <font color="Red">Enemy <font color="White"><The SPARTAN-I> <font color="Red"><The Warrior><font color="White">[The Thriller] <font color="White">[The Project]<font color="Red">[The Unit] <font color="White">[The Vessel] 16:15, 30 July 2008 (UTC)

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A Quintuplet of Phantoms dropped off Cheiftain Lepigok and his pack in the Industrial West, Section two-three. They were there because of a recient reinforcement call from a lance of Jackals in the area, and now all Lepigok had to do was find them...which of course he did. The Exectutive Chairman Contact MeMy Investments

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9th of August, 2607, 9:51 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Industrial West, Sector two-two, Aleph City.

As Yithii's lance moved back into their defensive position, buoyed by their victory, their morale received a further boost. A group of Brutes, lead by a captain charged in, lead by his scouts. Immediately he began barking orders to the Kig-Yar, ordering them around as if he had always been there, leading them. As he began barking for them to mobilise and move out, a rumbling sound began to echo between the urban canyons, above the gun fire. The fine dust on the ground began to shake slightly before it became readily apparent what was going on. A M85B3 Coyote Combat Vehicle Reconnaissance swung around the corner, leaving a trail of dust behind it. The turret immediately traversed to face the Warthog, the 76mm cannon sighting it. There was a ear shattering boom, followed by the sound of the warthog being destroyed, the HE shell almost blowing it in two and sending it into a flip off the hill, landing upside down a barely recognisable hunk of burning wreckage. To the street to the right of the Kig-Yar position another Coyote emerged, firing on their flank. It hit the Brute Captain square in the chest, spraying the area with metal shrapnel, bone shrapnel and purple blood, leaving a fine purple mist in its wake. Fifty Calibre Machine guns chattered into life, chopping many to pieces. The gauntlet shields couldn't hope to hold against these huge armour piercing rounds, with any jackal trying to hold their ground filled with holes the size of fists, quite easily dismembering their small frame. As the snipers repositioned to fire down on the Tanks they let out a high pitched squawk before many of them fell over the edges of the building to their deaths. From the roof tops gun fire had opened up down on those below. Marines had struck back, firing down on them, raining hot lead and fragmentation grenades. One of the last Brutes declared a retreat before a machine gun round from the tank blew off the top half of his skull, leaving a bleeding brain stem and limp lower jaw. The order was clear. Retreat or die.

9th of August, 2607, 9:52 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Agricultural South, sector 1-5, Kanna Rice Line

The victory had been a brilliant. A massacre. Of 42 Marines, seven remained, with one fleeing back to the city and six more to use as slaves or snacks. Phantoms deployed more troops to the other villages, taking them swiftly as well. This vital supply line needed to be held, or the UNSC reinforcements could just flood into Aleph city and flush out their reinforcements. They would have to hunker down to defend their prize.

9th of August, 2607, 9:55 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Gothic Airport, Sector 3-2, Aleph City

The Brute assault had fared badly, the small ONI unit had succeeded where normal Marines may have simply broke. However, it wasn't over yet.

"We need reinforcements at the Rice Line, any units, we need to retake the Rice Line, Brutes took it, they got everybody, we need reinforcements or -" The radio went dead, followed by a buzzing sound and occasional bursts of gun fire.

The 'Rice Line' was their next port of call.

9th of August, 2607, 10:33 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Industrial West, Sector Two Five, Aleph City.

Drakos' Pack had not been totally successful but the Marines had been pushed back. However, a few minutes earlier there had been a massive exchange of fire. Upon getting around to link up with the pack on the other side, they found nothing but a mass of destruction and corpses of dozens of Brutes. Their communicators buzzed into life, relaying orders.

"Get to the Sector 3. We are amassing our forces there."

Sector 3 was outside the city limits, a small village, connected to the Rice Line. It seemed the Brute command post was stationed there."

9th of August, 2607, 10:03 Theta Nero System, orbit above Kanna, the UNSC Kursk

As the Seraph fighters pulled off from the attack on the Kursk, it seemed the Frigate heading for the Kursk was unstoppable, their little squadron posed no threat. However, the Kursk did. It turned sharply to face the Brute Frigate and fired off its MAC, smashing into its nose and dispelling its shield in a grim flash of grey light. A torrent of missiles impacted along its hull, hull, burning atmosphere billowing out. It was now open to attack. If Dragon Squadron could just press the attack, these few craft could defeat the superior Frigate. Behind them the Kursk moved up, point defence lasers snapping out. It was going to join them in close combat.

9th of August, 2607, 10:11 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Civilian South, Sector 7-9, Gimmel City.

In Gimmel City, the air drop had shocked them much more than it had in Aleph. Within minutes of the landing the Marines had been massacred or captured, along with a general butcher that occurred when they found the civilian bunkers and broke in. Already Phantoms full of meals, fresh meals or both headed up to waiting warships of both Pirates and Remnants, while many more were 'stored' in secure positions in Gimmel. The few Marines left began to bunker down, holding onto a few key buildings, turning them into virtual fortresses. Until heavy armour arrived, direct attack would be unadvisable, so a more stealthy approach may succeed.

9th of August, 2607, 10:21 Theta Nero System, Kanna, above Dalet City

As the Broken Ruler opened fire on the surface, there was a squeal of anger on the radio.

"Do that again whelp and I will come up there and rip out your eyes!" A Chieftain growled "The great Deliverance wants this world unscathed! You almost hit our warriors as well"

Dalet city was quickly falling to the Brute and Jackal assault. One major source of contention was the central mall. An aerial assault by stealth and blood thirsty Jackals could compromises their defence position.

9th of August, 2607, 10:24 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Civilian North-East, Sector 1-4, Aleph City.

The Brute at the end of the street looked on with glee, spotting the lone human move through the open without his exoskeleton. He levelled his fuel rod gun and tracked him running across the open with a toothy smirk. He squeezed the trigger and fired a few feet in front of the Marine. Corporal Hiroji Kira was going to have a nasty meeting with a ball of explosive green plasma. Then again, Brutes weren't very accurate.

9th of August, 2607, 10:11 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Industrial West, Sector 2-3, Aleph City.

It looks as though Lepigok hadn't been dropped into a very secure area. Tanks roamed around, annihilating forces nearby. Retreating to regroup at the command post where he could link up with armoured reinforcements.

9th of August, 2607, 10:07 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Industrial West, Sector 2-3, Aleph City.

The Death Stalker AA tank passed the corner of the construction building to face an open courtyard filled with building materials, cargo containers and a crane. There had to be almost forty Brutes in heavy cover, firing on the Marines who had become pinned by the two Phantoms floating above.

"Hey ladies, get some cover." The gunner on the Death Stalker laughed.

The four barrelled 40mm Misriah guns levelled on the closest Phantom and fired on it, immediately tearing it to pieces, shredding it and letting it crash to the ground. The other Phantom jetted off behind building cover, fleeing. However, the guns didn't stop firing. They turned down to the Brutes in the courtyard and kept firing. The 40mm exploded shells covered the courtyard in a hail of fire, explosive bomblets imbedding themselves in brutes before exploded. Limbs were blown off, heads exploded, rib cages burst, flesh and muscle blown off and shrapnel created a lethal storm that annihilated anybody outside of cover. The cargo containers were torn open like tin cans and the Crane blown to shreds, letting it collapse away from the building and onto more Brutes.

"Motion sensors clear. Nothing but bits of meat, thanks guys." The platoon CO laughed

"Crap, you see that!" One of the sergeants spotted as something dropped from orbit, screaming down to the ground at speed. It landed on the LZ, booster rockets slowing the ascent but leaving a massive scorched area.

"We got a Scarab tank!"

"Not for much longer!" Daniels shouted, his clam demeanour broken into a sinister laugh. There was a ear shattering boom as the very ground beneath the Scarab exploded violently, submerging in into the earth as the delicate sewer and subway systems underneath it, rigged with explosives, collapsed. It struggled for a few minutes until Crow and Swallow platoon stormed over it, annihilated the Brute guards and destroyed its power core. The earth shook and swelled as the creature exploded, sending out debris, alight with blue fire into the air.

"Nice, I bet those mother fuckers from above saw that."

"Listen up, we got new orders from Headquarters, we gotta go to the Rice Line, relieve some Marines there. If we can recapture it, that’s what we'll do." Captain Javella, the Company CO reported

"You heard the guy, we better mount up, soonish."

"Loot, I got some trouble." Corporal Munro reported.

Ace looked over to Crow Platoon's two Wolves carry a third, missing its leg.

"We can sort that out." Ace smiled, looking over to one of the flat bed Warthogs.

9th of August, 2607, 10:17 Theta Nero System, orbit above Kanna

Vice Admiral Gi stood nobly erect on the command deck of the Valiant, holding this position even as the ship rocked from Pulse Lasers blows. The shielding held well against their assaults. He held firm as the Brute ships maintained their distance while a handful snapped at them. They had lost but a handful of ships, the Brutes were acting conservatively though. However, the Assault Carrier pressing forth was going to shatter his defences.

"Into The Wild, target that Assault Carrier, now!" Gi ordered, prompting the Ares-class Battle cruiser to lob a slug at the carrier, smashing on its shielding with a violent, shimmering shock wave. More ships fired on it, even a fool hardy little Frigate, pounding on its armour and compromising numerous sections.

"Lieutenant Vale, aim for the cargo bay." He said, planting his hand on his weapons officer's shoulder.

The ship manoeuvred to fire, firing on the ship. The well aimed shot, gutted its cargo bay, spitting its cargo capacity into space. Brutes, tanks, Scarabs, Dropships all got sucked into the void. The loss of atmosphere spiralled the ship out of control and towards a flaming death as the ship depressurized and caught fire.

"Shields are holding. Recharge beginning." One of his bridge officers reported, easing Gi's mind.

(All Brutes in Aleph city, head for the command post outside the city, humans, head for the Rice Lines, anybody in Gimmel and Danel, go looting, pillaging, slaving and killing!)

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August 9th, 2607, 11:00, Industrial West, Sector 2-4, Aleph City, Fortified Bunker

"Requesting Immediate Back-up! I repeat! Requesti-" the transmission stopped mid-sentence, and the sound of a Nailer rifle muffled the scream of a marine.

Darrick smashed his fist against the table, pinching the space between his eyes. "What's this?" he asked, and the "smart" AI Pontus answered. "Fifth interrupted transmission to be precise, Captain." The man next to him, Lieutenant Merth, spoke next. "Should I give the order?" he asked, and Aegean put his hand up. "We simply don't have enough troops. As it is we have our combat teams spread thin." He closed his eyes for a moment, and opened them again. "When the Colonel left and told us he'd come back with reinforcements... you think he meant it?"

As the Lieutenant was going to answer however, there was a thundering explosion, and the ceiling lamp flickered. "Contacts sir. Bravo Kilos scoming from the north."

The three marines positioned at the bunker's entrance began to open fire, and Captain Aegean loaded a 40mm slug into the M024 on his rifle. "Let's see what they got"

--117649AnnihilativeRepentance 01:57, 31 July 2008 (UTC)

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9th of August, 2607, 9:35 (Kanna Local Time), En route to Theta Nero System, Kanna, aboard Zeus-class Super Carrier New York

Cryostasis chamber 07, normally darkened and gloomy, blazed suddenly to light from utter darkness. It was a room that was forty yards across, and fifty long, and was stacked with cryo-pods, in which, a half dozen score of naval personnel dozed. It was a scene common throughout the UNSC fleet; it had been the practice for hundreds of years to send crew into cryo during slipspace voyages, and while the implementing of faster slipspace drives had changed some practices, this one had remained the same.

However, while most of the chambers were sealed, one was venting gas, hissing through carefully placed vent valves. More unusual than this however, was the chamber’s resident. In the pod, a single figure laid on his back. He wore jet black armor, and light seemed to slide of it’s edges. He was easily seven feet tall, encased in the suit, and looked like a god out of Greek myth. A mirrored visor obscured his face, casting mystery and terror unto him, a truly miraculous sight to behold.

As the chamber hissed open and clouds of fog flowed out into the cryo bay, the armored soldier stepped out of his tube. He glanced around once, then strode to a doorway, exiting the chamber. The figure was a SPARTAN-II super solider, but his existence was top-secret, his life a cover up. His name was Leonid, SPARTAN-144, but for the purposes of the mission to Kanna, he called himself Egor, and was supposed to identify himself as a SPARTAN-III, despite his MJOLNIR armor.

Leonid walked through the maze of corridors on the ship for a good five minutes, before stopping in front of the armory. He thumbed a clearance pad and slipped inside the darkened room, and retrieved his weaponry, which was encased in it’s own equipment locker. He withdrew his M2A LAR, M1091 Sniper Rifle, and M98 Compact, and carefully inspected each of them, insuring that they were clean and that all of his equipment add-ons had been retained. Then, he withdrew other equipment, including grenades, flash-bangs, and a combat knife with a hair thin plasma edge.

When this was done, he moved to the corner of the armory, and reviewed the situation. He noted how his orders mandated that as soon as he entered the system, he was to drop planet-side, and support the forces there. They had given him a Herculean task, ordering him to do what one would send ten squads on, but unlike a less seasoned soldier, he didn’t much care. He didn’t question orders, not anymore. Not after the things he had done…and the people he had killed.

9th of August, 2607, 10:03 Theta Nero System, Kanna, near planetary space

As combat raged above the world of Kanna, and men and women fought and died left and right to protect what many held dear, the space not far from the main battle began to shift. It appeared to froth and boil with purple light, as a single craft emerged from slipspace. It took only a moment from the portal’s appearance for the ship to enter the system and leave the rift behind, drawing with it its power, forcing the slipspace transition vector to collapse.

Immediately after entering the system, the vessel headed for the outskirts of the combat zone. It was large, cumbersome, and was what appeared to be a cargo ship, meant for hauling supplies. It was vaguely rectangular in shape, but had three engines jutting from its back and a wedge shaped fore and bridge. The craft appeared to be old and mistreated—burn marks, comet impacts, and other markings of hard usage marked its hull. However, its pitted surface hid its true purpose: a mobile carrier for a single squadron of highly trained, UNSC loyal mercenaries.

As the craft headed in system, it maneuvered aggressively, dodging stray blasts from the battle, and established a link-up with the UNSC forces stationed there, announcing it’s presence, before it maneuvered behind the fleet, into relative safety, and abruptly stopped, using micro-thrusters to maintain precision station keeping.

As the craft held still, launch bays creaked open, silent in vacuum. From these bays, twelve unusual fighters streaked—repurposed and refitted Great War era Rapier-class interceptors, laden with modern arrays of technology and armed to the teeth with advanced weaponry. These craft exited the bay with speeds of dizzying proportions, almost, but not quite, those of more modern interceptors. They were a shiny black, sleek and slim, with an elongated hull, and two wide wings for atmospheric stabilization. As microscopic trash particles collided with the craft, they shimmered a faint blue—energy shielding.

The twelve fighter squadron grouped into a flying wedge formation, heading towards the thick of combat. They flew in precision formation of men and women who had practiced with each other for years—people who trusted each other implicitly. They were the 112th Naval Squadron, or the remains of it, no longer an official UNSC unit, but blessed by the government as a mercenary group working in liaison with the military.

In the cockpit of the lead fighter, a single pilot manned simplified but still complex controls, relying on her neural interface to assist her. She issued orders rapidly, directing her group forward, in order to assist whoever needed help. She was small, and thus not cramped in her fighter, despite its small size. Her hair was buzz-cut black, and her eyes were a striking blue, offsetting her otherwise plain appearance. She was small but heavily muscled—being as comfortable on ground as in space (one of the mercenary squadrons main goals), she was fit and as combat ready as an ODST shock trooper. Her name was Maria Williams, and was the daughter of two of the prominent soldiers from the original squadron.

“All wings on me. We’re assisting a couple of boys up ahead of us—they look like they need the help.” She ordered her squadron, voice icy.

Green confirmation LEDs flashed on her retinas, projected directly from her neural interface. She led her squadron towards a group of UNSC fighters, attempting to fend off a hoard of seraphs, which were harassing them in an attempt to attack a nearby UNSC ship, which Maria saw was marked as the UNSC Kursk. Maria also saw that farther on, a Covenant frigate was closing fast—trouble.

“Straight through em people, then break and engage.” Maria ordered her squad, but to her surprise, the Seraph fighters pulled up before her squad could get close.

As the purple piscine alien fighters pulled away, the Covenant frigate accelerated. It charged the UNSC group—and received a load of ordnance to the nose for it’s trouble. The Kursk turned sharply to face the craft, and it’s MAC cannon belched fire. A streak of white slammed into the nose of the frigate, and the ship’s shields flickered and failed. Meanwhile, Archer missiles slammed into the unshielded mass, burning along the hull of the craft. It was open to attack from the fighters, which it had not been a moment ago.

“Revise orders boys and girls,” said Maria “Hit that remnant bastard.”

The twelve Rapier craft of the 112th accelerated for the ship, past the idle Dragon Squadron. Pulse lasers slashed past them as they initiated evasive maneuvers. Behind them, Dragon mobilized, and jetted behind the 112th. The 112th open fired, and let loose a salvo of missiles—ASM-13 Talon missiles streaked from the underside of the wings of the Rapier/M interceptors—and slammed into hard points on the Covenant frigate.

As fire bloomed on the engines, pulse lasers, and the grav-lift, the 112th broke formation and jetted towards individual targets. Lisa led her group, one flight, after her chosen hard-point, the three blue-white pulsating drives on the back of the ship, the engines. Her flight of four streaked over the engines, emptying 115mm rounds and more Talon missiles into them. The engines overloaded and detonated as hundreds of rounds and half a dozen missiles hit them, making the whole ship list. Things were going good so far, and as Maria ordered her squadron to loop back for another pass, Dragon squadron descended on the frigate.

9th of August, 2607, 9:55 (Kanna Local Time), En route to Theta Nero System, Kanna, aboard Zeus-class Super Carrier New York

Deep inside the massive Zeus-class Super Carrier New York, a group of crewmen ran the entire ship. The bridge of the craft was buried as far away from the exterior of possible—guaranteeing that only a fatal blow would cut off the head of the ship. On the bridge stood Admiral James McHenry, a veteran officer and former naval bomber pilot. He slowly examined the screens ahead of him, taking in their contents. Readouts showed the New York’s position relative to the rest of his fleet, Taskforce Arrow, along with his position relative to the other UNSC forces in slipspace from Gundark.

As Admiral McHenry examined the readouts, his thoughts drifted away from the bridge, with its pulsing red alarm lights, blaring sirens, beeping computer consoles, and yelling crewmen. They first floated to the world of Kanna, and the atrocities the brutes were obviously doing there, along with it’s strained defense. However, it was not long after this that his thoughts drifted back to Gundark, his home, where his family were at, where his wife and nine year old son were taking cover in the shade of their home’s living room, apart from all troubles and cares and….

A crewman, Lieutenant Iwatta, bumped into the admiral and snapped him from his thoughts. The naval crewman apologized quickly, but James silenced him with a wave of his hand. He had more important things to do than listen to the aide apologize for something that wasn’t entirely his fault.

“Lieutenant, what’s our status?” asked McHenry, and Iwatta shifted from apologetic to gravely serious. It was one of the things James liked and simultaneously disliked about the officer—his tone and mindset could change without much warning.

“Sir, engines and MAC systems are hot. Shields read at ninety percent, climbing at a rate of one percent every fifteen minutes. With the slipspace generators going, its all we can manage.” Said Iwatta

McHenry shrugged.

“Understood. When we are within an hour to our destination, send all crew to stand-by. Until then, monitor all frequencies for further signals, and continue as you were.” Said James

More important things indeed…like figuring out how to get his massive payload of marines and ODSTs to the surface…and how to help the rest of the fleet win and save Kanna.

Spartan 501 05:43, 31 July 2008 (UTC)

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9th of August, 2607, 10:02 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Agricultural South, sector 1-5, Kanna Rice Line

“Lakvanus” Solus nodded to the enlarged holographic Chieftain, his voice lowering past its usual pitch.

“Solus,” The projection nodded back from its metallic throne, “You have done well in capturing the first outpost of the Line, It seems I was right to give you authorization for an early assault.”

“Seems you were.” The Purple Brute smirked back.

“As you know we are sending in reinforcements to hold your position,” The towering hologram rumbled, jerking out is arm as if to make a point, to which his underling nodded, “I am going to increase that force, it has been made apparent the importance of the Line, and though you were lucky to capture the first village I believe the Infidels have realized their folly. We need to capture the Line, it provides a direct supply Line to two of the Humans Major cities, which is why you are being reimbursed with two Packs, a heavy Vehicle unit, and two Scarabs, Air Assaults are on standby to assault the third village and the fifth has already been taken, as Humans seem to accumulating at the second. You are in joint command of the assault, along with the Chieftains of the other Packs. I trust you will continue your success.” Lakvanus ended his monologue by leaning back, deep into his chair, smiling.

“Of course sir.” Solus said, as he bowed before the hologram, as the projection ended, dimming the room of the small building the comm equipment had been set up in. Solus walked out into the Village, light shining over the ghastly sight of a tower, covered in the bodies of 35 Marines who had been either crudely nailed or hung up. A Major, his Brute Shot slung over his shoulder, hurried over to him, as Solus walked towards the bonfire where a pair of the surviving Marines were being slowly rotated on thin uprooted trees.

“Sir, we’ve spotted friendlies heading for our LZ, Phantoms and another huge ship, it’s carrying Scarabs! Are these are reinforcements?” Joblus yelped, a suprising tone of glee in his voice as he halted his short sprint in an attempt to appear more casual. Solus nodded, Scarabs, nothing could hide the pleasure of having those monsters on their side.

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Marley quickly tried to stuff the metal flask into his draw, knocking papers off his desk as a Marine entered his room.

“Dam it Marine, you heard of knocking?”

“Yes Sir!” The Marine shouted, knocking his boots together in attention.

Marley sighed, sweat slipping down his velvet dark skin, “What is it Private?”

“We’re nearing Kanna Sir; the other commanders of the Relief Force want to run over your tactics.” “Shit, right…right…Tell them the colonel will be ready in a moment.” Marley muttered as he scratched the back of his head, simultaneously trying to rub off the sweat that had accumulated on his cheek onto his arm.

“Are you allright sir?” The Marine asked, drooping out of the attention position as he spoke.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I’m…I’m not going to dignify that with an answer get out of here and tell them before I put you on cleaning duties for a week.” The Colonel of the UNSC Marines Relief Force said, raising his voice and pointing at the door as the Marine, somewhat shocked, quickly saluted and hurried out, allowing the Colonel to grab the flask and wrestle with the creases in his uniform.

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'''9th of August, 2607, 10:34 (Kanna Local Time), En route to Theta Nero System, Kanna. Shore Party Briefing Room, Zeus-class Super Carrier Colorado'''

Jennifer looked around the large room in which the ODSTs of the 105th were gathered. The 101st Battalion's A Company and the 2nd Battalion's Bravo Company, as well as a few other operational detachments were seated in comfortable chairs, all facing the center holotank. As a platoon leader, she was assigned to sit in the third row, behind company staff, so she had a good view of the officer that calmly and quietly walked to the forefront of the room. The holographic display pad on the arm of her chair fizzled into light as he began to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his arms folded behind his back in the parade rest position, "As you probably already know, we are about an hour out from Kanna, and have been recieving ominous situation reports from the surface via slipspace transcom. These reports are not good, as all of them essentially say that the forces already groundside cannot hold for much longer without our support.  They list atrocities committed by the Brutes, and locate key positions that they've managed to turn into strongholds." The officer, a major judging from the bars on his collar, cleared his throat and tapped the projector controls. A city grid sprang to life both on the holotank and on the armrest pads, highlighting a tall, heavily damaged but heavily fortified building that rose specter-like over the devastated landscape around him.

"This, boys and girls, is Gimmel City. More specifically, this is Pavlov's Tower, an industrial skyscraper that has held on to the ground around it through thick and thin.  It's getting its nickname from the Russian light colonel in charge of it, and from what I've heard, he's a crazy bastard.  But  he's also as tough as a brass monkey's balls.  He and a detachment of about thirty-five Marines have been able to hump guns, ammo, and supplies, as well as a few vehicles, into this tower.  They've been under constant fire from the Brutes, however and report that they've withstood a couple dozen waves, but with heavy casualties.  In case you haven't figured it out, we are going to hotdrop you sons-of-bitches onto Pavlov's Tower, along with some medium armor and a heavy weapons set.  You are to secure the immediate area and await further orders, as well as reinforcements. Ammo and supply drops, as well as abundant air support are readily available, so don't get too panicky." He grinned, a wry smile that said he was being sarcastic. Then he looked at his audience. "Questions?"

No one raised their hands, so he said, "105TH, WHO ARE WE?"

The assembled troopers, eager to please and full of pent up energy, screamed and bellowed their loudest. "HELLJUMPERS, SIR!"

"WHERE DO WE GO?"

"FEET FIRST INTO HELL, SIR!"

"WHOSE ASS ARE WE GONNA KICK?"

"THE REMNANT PUSSIES!!!"

"Alright, as you were. All of you are dismissed.  Get to the armory, get geared up, and be ready.  Leaders, the details of this briefing are in your Neural Nets, so be sure to check them out.  We drop in forty-five.  Good luck, kids."

 SPARTAN- ' 091 ' [ ' Admin ' ]   [ Talk ] 11:59, 31 July 2008 (UTC)

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In the space of Kanna, 12th Age of Reclamation, Remnants' Seeker of the Covenant in control...

The Covenant and Remnants slowly exits out of slipspace, deploying several probes to survey the battlefield. From afar, the battle was seemingly dying, the flashing lights was dimming but the transmissions relayed by the Ship Captains made it clear that the battle for control over space is not over.

The Covenant and Remnants lowers their engine to a near 0, cloaked from enemies obsolete RADAR systems. "The battle continues on..." said the San 'Shyuum Consul as the Covenant ship drifts near the battle. "Go apart from the gore of war, we shall seek our Holy Artifacts..." ordered the Consul to the AI, Seeker of the Covenant. Around the AI, the Grunts walk sluggishly on the control modules and increase the ship's engines to a minimal, allowing a narrow-detection rate as calculated by the AI.

"The planet has been scanned, a total of 3 Artifacts are found." informs the AI as it steps off its holotank and materialise beside the Consul. "This war is a mere distraction for our enemies. Deliverance has sent the Legate to assist you on this "Holy" quest to reclaim the artifacts. Inform me when you retrieved all of them," said the AI as it turns its head over to the Consul. In great fear, the Consul shivers and backs a few inches. Slowly, the Consul gathers his strength and reaffirms his position. "The Great Journey will be achieved if we manage to retrieve these Artifacts. I bring forth from the High Prophet Deliverance, Believe in thee self and be blessed by the gods!" the Consul quotes. He reestablished his spirit and turns into the hollow face of the AI, "You will remember you place, Dervish. Though you're composed of fragments of the our Makers, you will respect the Hierarchs..."

The Covenant and Remnants slowly avoids the battle and enters the atmosphere...

Near the space battle between the UNSC and the Remnants of Kanna...

"Maam, we've received a hole in one of our RADAR." Informs Sam, the ONI Technician. He taps on the keyboards at the rate of 230 per minute. Jenny quickly bounces off her bunk and assists Sam as they process the information.

"So, it seems we've caught ourselves a Covenant Stealth Corvette. Send this report to HIGHCOM." Dahlia orders as she reappears in her Holotank. Suddenly, she grasps her head, and orders "Give me a connection to the BattleNet. I'm sensing something...something..."

The UNSC Memorial starts its engine and followed in near the path of the Covenant Stealth Corvette.

<font color="#0000FF"><tt>Little</tt> <font color="#0090FF"><tt>_</tt> <font color="#7DF9FF"><tt>Missy</tt> -  20:16, 30 July 2008 (UTC)

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9th of August, 2607, 10:36 (Kanna Local Time), Theta Nero System, Kanna Orbit, aboard Kig'Yar Corsair Darkbrood 

The Darkbrood had performed exceedingly well in the space battle. At the moment, he had two frigates and a destroyed under his belt, as he went for a third frigate. The corsair wove its way through the carnage, taking quick shots at the Frigate, its hull in tatters. Kindik'Yar suspected that only the bridge and engines were still operable. As they close in for the kill, he cast away his weapons operator, manning the pulse laser himself. He took his sweet time, aiming for the one piece worth shooting: the core. Trilling with glee, he pulled the switch, and the pulse laser fired a burst of energy directly through the Human ship, detonating it in a pleasing ball of orange and gray.

Satisfied with his kill, he returned to his chair. As he sat, his COMM operator crowed out "News about Kindikii. They've been annihilated. An armored ambush wiped most of them and their Jiralhanae reinforcements out.

"Survivors?" Kindik asked.

"None of ours, sir. A couple Jiralhanae, that's all.

"It was for the best. It was time I took matters into my own hands anyways..." And with that, the Captain rose, heading to the lower hangar and armory. As he came through the door, almost 150 Kig'Yar sat preparing their weapons and dropships. Once he was noticed, the entire room saluted without hesitation, but with some haste.

"Kindikuu," Kindik'Yar began. "it's your time to fight. It's time we took matters into our own hands. We're dropping into the Rice Lane. From there we'll spread out, kill whatever moves, and steal whatever doesn't." The lance erupted into a raucous applause, at the thought of getting their own share at the loot. They had been angered they had to sit out the first wave, but Kindik knew what he was doing. He had a good feeling the first wave would, for the most part, be destroyed. He decided to keep his good troops back for the second.

Lance Kindikuu loaded up onto a dozen Phantoms, even then being horridly packed in. As the last few entered, Kindik'Yar boarded his own personal Phantom, accompanied by two-dozen of his Kig'Yar Cutthroats. As they launched from the ship, the Captain shouted over the COMM channel "For fame, glory, and power!"

9th of August, 2607, 10:44 (Kanna Local Time) En route to Theta Nero System, Barracks, Zeus-Class Super-Carrier Colorado

The rest of Blackheart had woken up in time for the speech, and had returned to the barracks to gather equipment. 35 men and women suited up in their body armor, and cleaned and selected weapons and equipment of all kinds. Jeremy sat on his bunk, trying to decide between a BR or SMG. He wasn't sure what the conditions would be on landing, so either would be suitable. He glanced around the room. Jose grabbed himself an SMG, and Roger sprang for a Sniper and SABRE launcher. The Sergeant sat in a secluded corner, calibrating the targeting system. He didn't talk much before battle. The platoon was split evenly between the possibilities he was psyching up for battle, or the only thing that could give him enough energy to speak was bullets zinging past his face.

Jeremy put the thought aside and selected the BR. He walked over to an explosives desk and plucked off two DP/HE frags. He'd figured they'd come in handy. Even Brute armor couldn't take more than a few pieces of shrapnel, which these frags provided in spades.

As he concentrated less and less on the immediate, he noticed that no one was talking. Normally, his platoon would be cracking jokes, and be out on the practice range, making bets on who was the best shot. No such luck today. His men were battle-hardened veterans, and for the first time in years they acted like it. If they could win this battle, the Covenant would be doomed; nothing was funny about that. He noticed about a dozen troops were missing, and went to the firing range to check on them.

He didn't find the betting contests as usual. All he found was 2nd squad practicing in perfect sync, knocking out Brute dummies with unparalleled coordination. The squad leader, Sergeant Cullen pointed out targets as they were still rising, and his team took them down before they were fully upright. Jeremy jogged over, stopping them for a moment.

"So, I take it you're prepared, Cullen?"

"Of course, sir. THis is the best I've ever seen my squad do. Might give yours a run for their money this time, sir."

"We'll see about that, Sergeant. Mind if I take a crack at it?"

"I don't see why not." Cullen said. His team backed off, allowing The First Sergeant some room. A Brute appeared behind a wall. Within an instant of an instant, Jeremy was there, watching with anxiety and anticipation as it rose. Before the dummy was above the wall, Patterson fired, his bullets passing through a gap in the helmet and taking off the Brute nose. It fell to the ground as another peeked out from behind a barn. Jeremy swung his rifle to the right, and fired another killing burst. For ten seconds the dummies rose and fell as the First Sergeant made effortless kills, years of practice giving him unparalleled skill among his team. When he finally finished, Second squad burst into applause, as had the rest of Blackheart, having entered the room to watch the little exhibition.

Roger called out to him "You're almost as good as a Spartan, sir!"

The smirk on Jeremy's face faded. Again with the Spartan kid. He loved his grandfather, but in no way wished to live in his shadow forever. He needed a way out. The Helljumpers had offered him a way, though it seemed rather ineffective. Before anyone else could comment, Jeremy called out to them.

"We'll be there any minute now, platoon! I'd suggest you get to your drop pods and be ready for launch in an instant!"

The entire platoon fell into line, saluted, and gave the loudest "SIR YES SIR!" he had ever heard in his life. They spun on their heels and were out of the room in an instant. Jeremy sat down on a nearby chair. His men were the best he could make them... would it be enough?

MasterGreen999 16:25, 31 July 2008 (UTC)

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9th of August, 2607, 10:42 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Agricultural South, sector 1-5, Kanna Rice Line

Solus watched as the shadows of the pair of scarabs passed over his joyous soldiers, pride filling them, as they watched their lumbering mechanical beasts. But they were not the only gifts Lakvanus had presented them with, Wraiths hovered over the rice paddies water, which had now returned to a deep brown, and the tanks were surrounded by Brutes, who were slowly trudging through the liquid.

"Aha! Brothers! Good to see you all! What pack do you hail from Comrades!" Solus shouted, with outstretched arms, a wide grin stretched across his face, mushing up the runes dyed on his face.

"Chieftain Solus? We are from the Fralkus Pack!" Another Chieftain, plain looking, especially in comparison to the Purple Solus, shouted, from his perch ontop one of the Wraiths.

"That is one pack? You said two." Joblus whispered as he pulled the Purple Chieftain down to his eye level. As if on queue, noises echoed up from the bushes to the Villages east, from where the Scarabs had been dropped, as Kig-Yar erupted from the greenery.

"Kig-Yar? What are you doing here?" Solus roared, turning from his oncoming Brethren to face the new arrivals, pushing his way through his own pack to watch the Jackals march forwards, with one of the Jackals sprinting up to the Chieftain, barking in his face, before running back into the mob of his own kind, yelling and waving his shield.

The soldiers fell quiet, and opened up into a path to let a Jackal pass up to the Chieftain, "I Am Kindik'Yar, and I Apologise for my troops....we have been sent to replace the other pack as at the moment, they are preoccupied."

"Keep them in line Kindik, I can't afford loose canons in this situation."

"You have nothing to fear from my soldiers, their loyalty is absolute as long as....Income...is assured." The Jackal smiled, "Now, let us talk strategy."

"You will get to talk very little, remember your place, your warriors are subservient to mine to the extant you are to me, Lakvanus told me I would be sharing command with the other Chieftains, not with a Kig-Yar." Solus said, taking a step towards Kindik, who inturn stepped back, placing his hand on the hilt of his holstered weapon, before letting go, and with a grumble he averted his gave from the Brute, who turned and walked back to Fralkus, as he reached solid ground. Kindik swiveled his head around, taking in his surroundings, before turning back to his soldiers, screeching for them not to look bad, before clambering through the Brutes of the Solus Pack, after the Chieftain.

The Three leaders sat in the room the hologram had been set up, which now showed a lay-out of the Rice Line, a flat-top mountain range, covered in trees to its sides and rice paddies on top. The Mountains themselves had mostly been flattened by the humans for suitable agricultural territory, and it was at the South-Western end of the range, that they were positioned.

"I Propose, seeing as how the terrain would seem to favour the defense if the human force is currently large enough, that we send in the Wraiths and Scarabs in on a frontal assault, to be safe, as we know that they are lacking in equipment to combat these war-machines, Fralkus, your Jiralhanae are manning the vehicles, and acting as the infantry that accompanies them. My own force will circle around and flank any humans who try to either assault you, or retreat. The Kig-Yar will remain here and protect the base." Solus said calmly, motioning over the mp.

"BAH! My soldiers demand to be able to gather their riches, not to be kept house-sitting, they will riot!" Kindik screeched, as he lurched from the corner of the room.

"Yes, my warriors are too few to be an effective follow-up infantry if they are also manning vehicles." Fralkus spoke up, attempteing to appease the tension he felt building up.

"Very well, Kindik, your Kig-Yar will act as the infantry in the frontal assault, Fralkus, your Jiralhanae will man the vehicles, those not, will man the defenses here. Now if everyone is in agreement, we will launch the attack in twelve minutes." Solus said, raising his voice in anticipation, as the other two commanders nodded, and walked out to ready their troops.

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"Son of a bitch we should have been there by now!" Locklear said getting impatient, something he normally wouldn't do especially under the men in his command. Luckily though it was only Dove and Archangel, another briefing had occured. His regiment was ready one of the first to be so and now they were all left with nothing to do but have anxiety bite at their rears. "How much longer are we going to have to wait!?!"

Dove grinned to himself amused, he knew the Lieutenant Colonel was excited. "Sir you already know the answer to that." Said Archangel stealing Dove's line. "May I suggest you take some time to sleep." Archangel said, brilliant feathered wings extended and light glowed behind her.

"Not a bad idea sir." Dove put in. "Hell the rest of the staff have done the same. Major Scott even had cookies and coffee delivered to him." Dove laughed, while he brought the treats to the regiment's intel officer he couldn't help but take a few cookies for himself. If Dove had to list a weakness, sweets were it. "Chocolate Chip Sir." he added wishing he had more.

"Dove hows III Battalion." Locklear asked leaning back in his chair trying to keep himself busy. He already knew the answer though, III Battalion was the regiment's ODSTs while I and II were marines. Dove was about to answer when Archangel did so instead. She replied how the ODSTs had been ready long before the rest of the regiment. Locklear sighed, "Alright, I'll be in my cabin." He got up and started walking down the hall.

"Whacha gonna do sir?" Dove asked with a smile.

"Sleep and than contraband your inventory!" Locklear said as he walked down the hall without looking back.

"Awww Sir come on!"

Hollywood

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After all the Seraph singleships were destroyed, the 42nd exited Kanna's atmosphere and boarded the UNSC Dawn to Heaven. Lewis' plane was so badly damaged that he needed to switch to his secondary plane, which, really didn't matter anyway. Their next mission was to launch an attack on a Remnant Capital ship.

Arnold Leroy Lewis III, a Spartan 1.1, sat up in his bunk on an Athena class Prowler. He hated space voyages with a passion, and preffered his feet on the side of a Hornet in atmosphere. He remembered when he first joined the UNSC, right after the Covenant invaded Earth. He had fought on the North American continent very well, gaining the attention of UNSC HIGHCOM, who had him transferred to ONI and NavSpecWar. Those were the toughest years of his life... ODST training, SCUBA, Parachuting, Sniper School, and worst of all, the medical exams. But, now, he was a member of the elite UNSC Special Tactics and Operations Unit, Air Troop, practically placing him under the command of his brother.

He laughed at the dream he had that night, about the first time him and his deceased wife met. Then, he remembered how she died, after his son died from something called Metabolic Cascade Failure. She had grieved herself to death. Lewis had shut those feelings into the back of his mind, but, occasionaly, they surfaced. He again packed then into the back of his mind, took a shower, and got dressed in his camouflage fatigues. After having a cup of orange juice and a breakfast of sausage, biscuits, cereal, and an apple, he went to the Armory to check up on his baby.

''The M-99C Special Application Scoped Rifle... able to punch through the armor of a Scorpion and still have enough velocity to kill someone standing on the other side...''

He took it apart, cleaned the fine surfaces and the barrel, tuned the electrnoics, and put it back together. He then checked the tungsten rounds that were propelled from this magnificent weapon at 15,000 feet per second. Three rounds, three kills he thought to himself. He put the weapon back into its case, then took out his M-12 Submachine Gun. He cleaned it, put it back together, then tested it on the onboard range.

Still perfect.

Then, he removed his M73D Carbine from its case, and cleaned it. After finishing the cleaning, he calibrated the scope, then tested out on the onboard range.

Well, at least I know this Son of a Bitch still works.

He remembered the old days of being a sniper, and the one day he killed twenty chieftains. He loved the deadliness of the Gauss rifle, but, those days were over. He was a Sergeant back then, and now, being a Gunnery Sergeant, he had different duties. He was to lead his platoon into combat after disembarking from whatever they were on. Hornets, Pelicans, Gulls, whatever. Their lives were in his hands, and he knew it. He just hoped that he had trained the group well. -- <font color="Red">The Dawn <font color="Red">of a new Chronicle <font color="White"><The Sniper> <font color="Red"><The General> <The Prodigal Son> <font color="Red">[The Vessel] <font color="White">[The Unit] 18:53, 1 August 2008 (UTC)

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The gentle purr of the Weasel's engine hummed in Puller's ears as the agile vehicle effortlessly took the tight corner at speed. He was cradling his M73 in his lap, the weapon set on "burst" mode, ready to supplement the firepower of the rear-mounted turret. The rubble of buildings demolished by the fighting surrounded him and his small ONI tea. The Brutes had hit hard here, killing most of the Marines defenders before pulling out to head for the Rice Line. Only a few Jackals remained, scavenging from abandoned houses, looting the bodies of Humans and Brutes alike. A few burst from the ONI team had sent them scattering, and their advance had been other wise unopposed. A gentle breeze tugged at Puller's boonie cap. He had removed his heavy helmet to give his bruised neck a rest. A few hours before a Brute Chieftain had nearly strangled Puller and altough he was fortunate to only have this minor injury, it still was a discomfort.

But then a throaty rumble of engines disturbed Puller. His column of Weasel slid around another pile of rubble, and there was a sight for an embattled Marine to weep at: a column of Warthogs over a mile long, packed with Marines assigned to bolster the defenses of the Rice Line. Puller's driver pulled up beside a Warthog with a set of stylised oak leaves on it. Shouting across the gap between the two vehicles to the passenger, a major, Puller discovered that all avaible Marine forces were to head to the Rice Line and await the releife force. Puller's column of grey-clad Weasels fell into line, and the long column of fast moving vehicles snaked its way towards the Ricle Line.

FightWithHonor

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9th of August, 2607, 10:33 Theta Nero System, Kanna, Industrial West, Sector Two Five, Aleph City. The pain of the ambush mentally hit Novus. Then again that pain was blocked out by the physical state of his body. He couldn’t even move and had an immense throbbing pain in his right arm, leg and hip. The darkness swallowed his sight and his mind. Was death really this close? Then again was close to far away? Maybe he was dead, he felt like it. Then he heard footsteps. The firing had stopped too. Novus started to worry. Had the Humans moved up to search for survivors? Then the warm feeling of relief came:

“Brutes, spread out and search for any living brothers. Make sure that the area is secure too. We don’t want the same fate as this lot had.” It was his Chieftain; Drakos. He still couldn’t move though but then light entered his eyes. His mind opened too, as it came around to understand what exactly had just happened.

Novus fully opened his eyes and saw feet scuttle around to his fallen pack-mates. None of them seemed to be alive. One of the rescuing Minors roared in anger as he sulked on a body of a lost friend. There were no Humans left in sight but their destruction was hard to miss. Blood and body parts decorated the surrounding rubble. This anger and sorrow pushed Novus to gain control of his body. Then he twitched. Ever so slightly but he twitched his fingers in an attempt to draw attention.

“This is a mess. The Humans have slaughtered our brothers and left them all for us to clear up. They have a nerve. One I would like to rip straight into!” The Chieftain shouted. A few Brutes agreed with a roar of mourn and excitement combined. Novus felt happy and then he started to slowly move his left leg. He raised it up to a kneeling stance. He pushed up with his arms too. On all fours he stayed there blood dripping from his mouth and arms. He felt dizzy but tried hard to control his balance.

“Over here!” The Chieftain shouted. He rushed over to Novus and thundering footsteps of about three other Brutes came to his rescue too. He felt glad to be alive and rescued but his body still screamed at him to give up.

“What’s your name Minor?” The Chieftain asked as he squatted down beside him. Another Brute had already rested Novus against a wall but his head and arms flopped down with bleeding wounds.

“No… Nov…” He couldn’t say it. His mind and mouth were too wounded. He wanted to say his name and then tell them to leave and fight the Humans. But he couldn’t.

“He’s in an awful shape Chieftain. He’s been shot in the arm, hip and leg. If we don’t get him serious medical help within the next hour or two… then he’s gone.” The surrounding air fell silent and the only thing anyone could hear was the distant ripple of gun fire and booms of explosions. Novus felt wiped out and fear pushed that even further. Then the Chieftain’s hologram arm panel flickered to life. He stepped away and started to speak to his superior.

“Lets get you some pain killers and fix those wounds.” The Major said as he reached for the small first aid kit. Brutes usually fought to the death or not at all and so being on the edge of death was an embarrassment. The pack was there for three whole minutes while ammunition was collected, Novus was treated and the Chieftain was receiving orders. They all seemed too silent except the Chieftain and his buzzing hologram. Novus started to gain control of his body and started to walk.

“Brutes; we have orders. Get to the Sector 3. We are amassing our forces there. "The Chieftain relayed the orders just given to him and started to move. Then one of the pack’s Captains spoke to him.

“Drakos you can’t take him.” He pointed at Novus. “He’ll get us killed. Now I respect you…”

“Is it me or are you telling me what to do? You’ve just lost five of my men back there.” The Chieftain shouted and then moved closer to whisper. “You haven’t earned the right to be the rank you are and so don’t even try to question my commands. Is that understood? Or else your fate to be the same as the Humans'” With that he turned away with his bodyguards shortly following. The rest of the pack followed with Novus being helped by a Major. All twenty five of them walked out of the city. A small loss would be made into a large victory somewhere else. And Novus would be there to help claim it…

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Lewis stood up in the small chamber and inspected the inside. If they were to go to ground, the lining of the Gull's would have to stand up to the plasma of the Brute weapons.

''Looks good... let's check out the pods...''

Lewis inspected the weapons pods, and made sure that everything was perfect. Although it was supposed to be the pilot's jobs to inspect their craft, Lewis took the extra time to make sure that his men, and himself, would be covered.

Lewis, now satisfied with the equipment, went to make sure that his men were prepared for battle.

"Alright boys. Within eight hours, we will be deploying to the surface of Kanna. This will be one of the first times the STO has been in combat, so, let's make a good impression on HIGHCOM. I also wanna make sure that my big brother loses this bet he made with me. He said that the ODSTs were better than us. Is that right men?"

"SIR, NO SIR!"

"OH, I CAN'T HEAR A FUCKIN' THING. SOUND OFF LOUDER!"

"SIR, NO SIR!"

"ARE WE GONNA KICK SOME BRUTE ASS MEN?"

"SIR, YES SIR!"

"ARE WE GONNA KICK THE ASSES OF THOSE ODST PUSSIES?"

"SIR, YES SIR!"

"Good. Finish inspecting your weapons, then get some rest. You're gonna need it." -- <font color="Red">The Dawn <font color="Red">of a new Chronicle <font color="White"><The Sniper> <font color="Red"><The General> <The Prodigal Son> <font color="Red">[The Vessel] <font color="White">[The Unit] 05:17, 4 August 2008 (UTC)

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Jeremy had stayed behind for a while after his men left for their drop pods. While his men were fully prepared for battle, he wasn't sure he was. He had spoken to his grandfather just before he left for active duty. CJ had told him "The years in service were the best years of my life. But be prepared for anything, grandson, even losing the ones you love most. You have to be ready for it, Lord knows I wasn't." For possibly the first and only time of his life, Jeremy saw a Spartan cry.

He glanced at a Holo-shot of his platoon, the day before they went into service. They had been just as hilarious then as now, but there was a different tone back then. They were younger, more innocent. They believed war was fun and games and medals of honor. They had learned the hard way it wasn't.

First day of combat, their Lieutenant ordered them to engage with a Brute pack of almost three dozen. It was at night, and they were still tired, their brand-new officer mistook that as weakness. When they had gone in, they killed four Brute before the others could react. Apparently, most of these Brutes were related, as they took the attack as a blow to their honor. They retaliated ferociously, over two dozen charging the ODST platoon, which repelled them barely. But before anything could be done, Their Chieftain let loose with some sort of Nailer turret. Jeremy watched as his Lieutenant, three ODSTs, and his sister Kris were shredded, the Nailer rounds gouging and ripping them apart before they knew what happened. Jeremy had gone berserk, rushing the Chieftain without a second thought. He did everything in his power to kill it, but it just smirked and grabbed him, lifting him to meet the Brute eye to eye. The Chieftain pulled back his fist, but as he swung a burp from an SMG made mincemeat of it. A second burp forced the Brute to drop Jeremy. A fellow recruit, Jose Marez, ran up and dragged Jeremy to safety as Roger Wilkoe pummeled the Brute with his Sniper rifle. As the last shot was extinguished, he pulled out a SPNKr launcher and blew the Chieftain to hell.

When they got back to base, Roger and Jose could have taken the credit, and claimed a hefty promotion for themselves, but instead they did nothing but praise Jeremy, insisting he become the new CO of Blackheart. Command agreed, and Jeremy was promoted to First Sergeant, leading the Platoon. To thank them, Roger and Jose were placed in charge of their own squads, and they'd been friends since.

Jeremy smiled at the old picture, and went to wash his face. He could face his men drenched in tears.

Several minutes later, the First Sergeant walked into the dark hallway where Blackheart was to deploy from. Each man stood at the ready by their pod, fully suited in M6B Body Armor, their weapons and equipment already loaded into the pod. Jeremy walked to the halfway, so every Helljumper could hear him.

"Men, we stand on the verge of victory. The Brutes have been shredded, completely thrown out of the Industrial Sector, and the Rice Line is being subjected to a massive assault from every Marine and their mother groundside. And then there's Pavlov's tower. Intel suggests no more than 300 Brutes are attacking that tower. They don't know it yet, but they're gonna need every one of those Brutes just to survive the initial drop, am I right Helljumpers?!"

"SIR YES SIR!"

"Damn right I am. We are gonna fall to the earth like angels from above, armed to the teeth with every holy anti-sonuvabitch machine our Lord has granted us, AM I RIGHT?!"

"SIR YES SIR!"

"Now you're getting the idea! In our glorious years of service, we have not yet lost a single skirmish! How in God's name are we gonna lose with an entire Battalion behind us?!"

"WE WON'T, SIR!"

"Hell yeah! Get in those pods, Helljumpers, we'll be launching any minute now! Will I see you, groundside, men?!"

"SIR YES SIR!"

"Will I see all of you?!"

"HELL YES SIR!"

With hollering and shouting that could be heard anywhere within three decks, the Blackhearts jumped into their pods and strapped in for the best drop in years. As Jeremy jumped into his pod, a small blue light appeared, his AI assistant Quincy, a somewhat eccentric AI that had, God knew why, chosen an Iguana as his avatar.

Sir the AI began. we have picked up signals from below, we will be dropping directly on top of two Brute packs, and we will be outnumbered almost three to one--

As the AI began his speech, Jeremy flipped a switch on the COMM channel so the entire platoon could hear him. When the AI finally finished his woeful speech, the ODST First Sergeant responded

"I don't see the problem, Quincy. In case you haven't noticed, we're ODSTs." He addressed his platoon "WHERE DO WE GO, BLACKHEART?!"

"FEET FIRST INTO HELL, SIR!"

MasterGreen999 18:21, 4 August 2008 (UTC)