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"I hope you all weren't hoping to start this fight without me," 2nd Lieutenant Vladmir called over the radio to his soldiers. Over the horizon appeared his Pelican. The setting sun behind it made it difficult to look at, but it was probably one of the greatest sights any marine could ever see.

The Pelican flew low over the ground, kicking up dirt all around it. His D80 Pelican was custom fitted with two small heat seaking missle launchers, one under each wing. The Pelican was painted jet black and it had guard near the jets to keep it's heat signature to a near invisible blip. The ship was perfect in almost every way, except for its speed. Due to all the extra ammo and the heavy heat seaking missle pods on the wings the plane was weighed down significantly, and was easily 15 mph slower than the standard D77-TC Pelican.

The ship touched down near the original LZ and Vladmir stepped down. The hulikng plane launched two heat seaking missles towards the Covenant lines and the nearly unnavoidable missles hit there targets easily decimating four of the plasma turrets. Vladmir picked up his sniper off the deck and a standard issue M6D Pistol.

"Well then," Vladmir's heavily accented voice spoke to no one in particular, "Let's get this started. Give me an update."

Vincent listened, then decided to chime in, "It'd be mighty fine if you could join us sir!"

Derrek made a few handsigns at his group as they all nodded while watching him. He peeked over the log, keeping the handsign pointed at them as he pointed up and slowly lowered it, about to cue them to fire. His finger suddenly snapped towards them as they all popped out from their cover and opened fire in a fury of bullets. Derrek then leaped from his cover and bumrushed the turrent closest to him firing a few bursts from his MA6B just to blind the grunt. He quickly reholstered his weapon as plasma flew around him only inches from making contact as a few meters from the turrent as he leaped into the air, one plasma bolt hitting his leg, but he ignored it. Derrek was now right at the turrent as he placed his right foot ontop of the turrent and kicked off slightly so that he wouldn't jump to far as he spun in the air making a 180 degree turn. The Grunt was now right in front of him with his back facing Derrek as he then hopped onto the seat and clutched on as he then grappled onto the Grunt's belt and pulled off two plasma grenades as he then kicked the Grunt out of the seat. The Sergeant then tossed a plasma grenade onto the Grunt's forehead as it it lit up and within moments, the grenade detonated in an explosion of plasma that cause the Grunt's soul to perish from existence with only charred remains left in his memory. The marine had no idea how to operate the Covenant turrent, but there were still many Covenenat running around, so he didn't want to leave it open as he kicked off the shield part. Derrek then activated the grenade and tossed it on the turrent as he picked up the shield and held it in his left hand and hold it close to him as with his right hand he pulled out his MA6B. This would give him less accuracy, but better for charging in and destroying turrents as he fired multiple bursts as he crouched down and made his way to a rock nerby the turrent so that now he could make it to the other turrents quicker as he shouted over his COM, "Two down, eight to go!"

"Copycat!" Derrek murmured over the radio as he dashed right by Vincent firing a burst here and there while holding the plasma shield in front of him. He bashed a Jackal in the face with his shield knocking them to the ground and tossing the shield out of the Jackal's possesion as he hovered the rifle over the Jackal and unleashed a single bullet through its skull. The cover fire from the marines was proving quite productive as a few stray bullets actually hit the turrent operators, but so far, no marines had yet to kill any Covenant operating the turrents, and it seemed a waste of ammo to Derrek as he spoke over the COM, "Hey marines, keep the cover fire, but start firing in slightly smaller bursts while advancing, we want to make the most of this, and we don't want to run dry on ammo when we need it." The marines instantly acknowledged the order as there was significantly less firing, but it proved just as effective with the group slowly adavncing going from cover to cover. Derrek ran and kicked the Jackal shield lying ont he ground that hit the next turrent and deactivated its shield as he dropped his shield for a moment and rose his rifle. He took aim and fired a single shot that yet again went through a Covenant skull, but this one belonging to a Grunt, and yet, it still lived. Derrek reholstered his weapon and picked up his shield as he walked over to the Grunt and examined him as it made small noises. He then activated all of the plasma grenades on the Grunt's belt and took a few steps back and turned around just as a small fireworks display occured, and this time, nothing of the Grunt remained as Derrek chuckled.

"All units, stay back and give me suppressing fire. Vladimir, get your squad on the left and lay down heavy fire on the right turrets. Derrek, get your squad on the right and lay down some heavy fire on the left turrets. Cross fire boys, they'll never know what hit them. I'm heading up the middle. Oh, and Vladimir" said Spartan-104 to the Lieutenant, "I give the orders around here."

Spartan-104 jumped up from behind the tree and dove over the dead lumber. He landed square on his shoulder and rolled upright, ducking down into a full sprint. Attached to his back still was his MA9T AI Rifle, and the sniper laid in his hands. But not for long, because at that moment an explosive plasma charge went off next to him, throwing him only a couple feet but making his sniper fly from his hands. The odds poured through his head in those 2 milliseconds. Retrieve the sniper or continue further and pick up a confiscated Rebel AP Assault Rifle from a dead O.D.S.T. He chose option number two.

He quickly brought himself to his feet and and ran forward at full speed, an equivalent of 36 kilometer per hour on sand. He could feel the heat from the plasma flying near him, as well as hear it when his sheild buzzed. The warrior dodged a plasma charge, learning from his last mistake, and dove behind cover near a pinned down O.D.S.T. "Captain, I'm going to need to borrow your soldiers weapon if you don't mind" he said as casual as a walk on the beach. "Go ahead, they won't be needing it now" he screamed before unleashing a whole new meaning to rip-you-a-new-one into a Jackal above them. Spartan-104 grabbed the Rebel AP Assault Rifle and several clips from the other guns, and held it at ready in his hands. "All right, hold here until I give the all clear" he said to the Captain. "You bet your a** I won't be going anywhere" he said as a fresh new bolt of plasma seared over his head. Spartan-104 nodded and looked up at the covenant ranks. s**t, he thought. That's a lot of enemy soldiers. "All right, let's do this."

Corporal Hansel, Vincent E. began taking the full blow of the heated water and jumped out, screaming in pain, and was struck in the head by a plasma blow, barely living, he squinted up. "Move... damnit move!" he tried to scream, but nothing came out. He was picken up by an Elite, they stared down, then a throbbing pain struck him in the chest, and he looked for an instant as his flesh burned. He, a man now, cried, and memories of his homeland flashed before him, then, a snarl and he hit the water, being washed into the vast oceans to be cast out by the world.

[[I will now take control of a new Marine. Corporal Winston L. Strank. Only because I was commanded too.(not copying I swear to gwarsh.) pirate Let's hit it.]]



Cpl. Strank looked in suprise, Sgt. Baker layed there, motionless, and watched as another Marine stepped up and checked his pulse. He listened over the COM to his new message, "This is Sergeant Ira Bostwic, a marine that was under Sergeant Baker's command. Baker has been killed in action and I am taking over the group." He smirked, good to know someone 'll stand up to take the posistion, cuz I sure as hell ain't gonna. He gripped his MA5B and saluted Sgt. Bakers lifeless shrapnel filled corpse, and a tear hit the ground. Winston quickly slammed into the rock, and popped over the rock, using controlled bursts to hit the Grunts where it hurts, right in the methane tanks. He watched as Grunts ingnited in flame, rushing for the salt water. One grunt grabbed an elite which in turn burnt him. Winston ducked again, hearing fatal screams, and checked his ammo count. Uh oh... not good.

Ira fired burst after burst in rapid succession as each burst went to a place where it was needed. After a few more bursts, he heard a click as he then dropped the magazine from his rifle and quickly jammed another one in its place. Before he opened fire, the Sergeant glanced over to check on his troops and noticed that one was running low on ammo. He dudcked under cover and grabbed three extra magazines that he knew he wouldn't need as he shouted, "Cpl. Strank, catch!" Ira tossed the magazines at Strank as he then got a better grip on his rifle and peeked out from the side as he continued to fire burst after burst.