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Glenn cycled a round in to his rifle just as he hit the ground. He knew he missed his dropzone but that wasnt going to stop him. The door of his drop pod flew open and he peaked around the corner. No signs of hostiles....yet...He rushed out and took cover behind some pillars that had fallen in the after math of a previous battle...he needed to find his comrades and kill some Covie bastards!
The sergeant keyed into a private com channel and attempted to reach somebody, "This is Sergeant Glenn Graves! Can anyone read me?"

Lieutenant Mendez's pelican hit the ground, harder than he would have hoped. Slapping his MA6B's clip, he reassured himself that it wasn't going to go anywhere. Without uttering a single word, every marine removed himself from the pelican in less than five seconds. Quickly taking cover behind a large chunk of debris from the landing, Mendez swept the single doorway with his rifle. "Clear." Edging their way foward, the marines proceeded down a hallway into the fully enclosed highway. Scattered hunks of metal, previously cars, littered the entire area. as they passed behind a tractor trailer truck, the whine of an approaching ghost increased in volume. Crouching, Mendez raised his rifle and pointed it past the end of the semi. "When he comes around, open fire." Whipping past without a second glance, the ghost made it about fifty yards further before falling to the ground with a sea of sparks and a twisted, bleeding body of a veteran elite behind it. With a nod of satisfaction, Mendez qeued his COM. "This is 1st Lieutenant Thomas Mendez, can anyone read me, over."

"We have more company, to the left." Jason aimed to the left and started counting the numbers. 12, 12 Covenant to kill. "Should be easy enough." Jason had been watching a particular floating sword. "I guess that makes it unlucky number 13."

"Copy that Lieutenant. We are half a click from one of the carriers gravitational lifts. We're in one of the demolished urban areas. En route to your position Lieutenant." Logan said, then turned back to Team Nobody. "Alright guys. We're headed to the Freeway. He says he roughly two or three clicks from here. I'm not sure." he said with an authoritative tone.

Morgan nodded, then looked at everyone, including Private First Class Ellington, who said something about company, and Morgan turned as well. "Damnit." he spouted, before slinging his Rebel AP Assault Rifle and hefting his Jackhammer, and aiming towards their location. "Stand back!" he yelled, then popped the first rocket out. Then the second. The first rocket landed, destroyed eight of the bastards. The other five scattered, only to be demolished by the second rockets explosion. "Clear." he yelled then turned back to the Spartan. "Sir, should we head to the Lietenant's location?"

Logan nodded to Desperado, then grabbed Jason by the rim of his pants, and threw him over your shoulder. "Sorry, but your not fast enough." was all he said before he took off on a dead end sprint to the west, kicking up gravel, sand, and dirt as he went.

The ride in the back of Pelican V-553 was somewhat bumpy, but nowhere near as bad as a drop pod. The back doors were closed and sealed for atmospheric entry. Lipton stared at the cabin doors and wished that these things were more heavily armed. The pilots went through their checklist for atmospheric flight, and almost failed to notice the blip on the radar. Two Banshees had taken up position behind the Human drop ship and were preparing to fire their fuel rod weapons. The first Banshee fired and missed. The second fired and the Pilot of the Pelican yanked the control stick hard left, sending the Pelican into a high-G turn it wasn't built to withstand. The resulting bodily stress from the turn and the Fuel rod impact tore the aft portion off and depressurized the troop bay. The two Marines nearest the door were sucked out along with a great deal of medical equipment. The Pelican was going down hard and fast. Lipton wasn't going to stick around until it hit the ground. His training took over and he strapped himself into a chute, then prepared to jump. He looked back toward Antares and shouted to him.
"Get a chute and follow me!"
Then he let go of his handhold and was sucked out of the burning and falling vehicle. When he reached the right altitude he opened the chute, it failed to deploy. He swore and groped for the secondary chute. He pulled the ripcord and released the mesh-weave chute. It caught and he glided safely to the ground, in the middle of an east-African jungle. Apparently the Pilots had been ordered to reroute to New Mombasa, as he could see the space elevator in the distance. After cutting himself loose of the chute his body remembered that it was in pain and he doubled over, half laughing, half-swearing at both himself and what had just happened.

Spartan 103 moved swiftly through a resort complex to the roof. From there he could see beyond the city limits. He saw some flashes in the air and used his armor to magnify the image. From the slightly blurred image he saw that a Pelican had been shot down. He logged the incident in his suit's mission recorder and moved on. He was itching to kill something.

"Sir, I missed the dropzone and am currently searching for anyone that I may be able to assist, sir! I am on a ledge and everything is clear. Im going to send you my postition coordinates. I should be fine as long as the damn Capitals dont glass this area," Glenn said with a hint of humor in his voice. He encrypted his signal and sent the coordinates via burst transmission.

Running behind the Spartan, Morgan took the time to speak with the Sergeant. "Sergeant Graves. Hold your position, we'll be there as soon as we can. First priority, Lieutenant Mendez." Morgan said coolly, not skipping a beat. He spotted two grunts on the run, and drew his side arm, M6D Pistol, stopped, shot each one in the head before they knew what was coming, and continued. The Spartan seemed to clear the distance fairly quick though, and he was already far ahead of Team Nobody. "Sir, if your going to try to run there, just go full speed, we'll be fine back here." Morgan announced, indicating that the Spartan reach and aid the Lieutenant immediately.

Logan had been sprinting only half speed, Private Ellington on his shoulder. He had almost cleared the the halfway mark, when Desperado's voice crackled over the COM with, "Sir, if your going to try to run there, just go full speed, we'll be fine back here." Logan took that to heart, and used an enormous burst of speed. As soon as he started running as quickly as he could, a pair of Jackals tried to ambush him, one right behind the other. Logan only jumped towards the front Jackal, putting both feet in front of him, Jason on his shoulder still, and bashing through its shield with great momentum, while at the same time propelling it at the second Jackal, who oddly had no shield. The force of the blow sent them both flipping in over end, and Logan continued his run.