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"We have some on our tail. Don't worry, I got em, sir." Jason said as he aimed his rather shaky M6C Pistol. "This shouldn't be too hard." Jason aimed with the movement of the Spartan at the Jackal. Jason pulled the trigger and the bullet buried itself straight into the Jackal's skull. He then aimed for the other Jackal and fired, but missed. "Damn." he whispered. He then said. "Plasma bolt, coming from your back left."

Spartan 103 had finally reached an area crawling with Covenant. His mission was to hurt the Covenant's combat effectiveness at all costs, so he had opened fire with a grenade and an entire clip for the MA6K-MPA. He continued moving around them, firing from the shadows, confusing them and herding them into a tighter formation, once they were there he let two grenades fly and watched the resulting explosion. The first things to really go were the methane tanks rigged to the backs of the grunts. Thankfully the UNSCDF armory had always kept explosive weapons and explosive rounds. They came in real handy in times like this. After the stinking cloud settled, he moved on, searching for more Covenant to kill.

[In the Jungle]

Major Lipton picked himself up and coughed.
"Masochistic ******** my a**," he grunted," I have a general dislike of pain. I was laughing at myself because I just jumped out of a burning drop ship with a new lung, seven bruised ribs and two broken ones. I think I just set a record for Commissioned stupidity."
He was wearing fatigues and a flak vest, but no actual rigid body armor. The only reason he was even wearing field clothing is that he pulled rank on the medical officers. His reasons being that if he was going through a combat zone, he at least wanted combat gear to be ready. Grudgingly the medical officer had agreed, though for some reason he hadn't agreed to rigid gear, which in Lipton's personal opinion would have held him together even better.
His ribs were healing up quickly due to some medical magic, and the torso cast under his fatigues. At least they had replaced his collapsed lung on the ship.
He walked over to a break in the tree cover and gazed off toward the city. He could easily find it because of the space elevator. It would be easy enough to get there, but it would take a while. Moving through one mile of jungle was like moving through four miles anywhere else. That was when he noticed the large Covenant Assault Carrier hovering over New Mombasa. The carrier was easily ten times the size of a Marathon-class ship. The largest in the Human navy. The Covenant really wanted this city. But why?
"As much as it kills me to say it, I think we're better off out here."

UNSC Territory : New Mombasa
0913 Hours/Drop Zone Beta-Alpha-Gamma-November
Date log: September 23rd, 2552
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"Do you have the COM estabished?" Winters asked Tech Sergeant Will Hummel.
Hummel looked up from the counsel. "Yessir, I can make active transmitions, I just cant contact OO. (Out of Orbit.)"
Winters nodded.
"Ok, open an active encryption channel on B-Band. Patch me through."
"Roger that."

The data from his Datapad shot through the computer, and transported its way into the COM set of every UNSC Personel within a 5 mile radius.

"Attention all UNSC personel, this is Lieutenant Winters of the 901st Division. I am trasmitting our position and plans. All CO's Carry out orders as followed.



All CO's, Breifing at 1200 Hours. Winters out."

"While that isn't a bad idea, I do have my sidearm."
He chuckled and started moving through the jungle. He scanned their path when he identified something that didn't belong. A man was hanging from the remains of a chute. Lipton ran over and stripped the corpse of supplies. The man wasn't wearing a helmet, but he did have a COMlink earpiece, as well as non-regulation Aviators. Lipton confiscated both, and put them on. Sadly, the Marine whose name was Ryoji had been strangled by his own chute. The COMlink chirped as it powered up and connected to the Command frequency. The man had a MA6K-MPA slung on his back, which Lipton took and slung on his own back. He also took the man's gloves but decided to leave the rest of his armor alone. The fatigues would allow him to move comfortably (well, as comfortably as his injuries would allow) and relatively faster than were he fully armored. The Corpse was once a Lieutenant, and Lipton double checked the corpse once more. He found a Watch-sized OPCOM-SATlink (Operation COM/Satellite uplink). He placed that on his left wrist and turned it on. It made no sound but worked. Now that he was somewhat connected with the rest of the Marines, he felt a little better.
"Antares, you got any smokes on you?"
He was about to move toward the Sergeant Major when a message came through the COM.
Attention all UNSC personnel, this is Lieutenant Winters of the 901st Division. I am transmitting our position and plans. All CO's Carry out orders as followed.
Followed by a satellite image of the center of New Mombasa town square and a tactical overlay depicting where the headquarters was as well as defensive lines and supply routes. At least they had encrypted the map file.

[In the City]

Spartan 103 also received the message and Kane snorted.
"It sounds like they're asking for the Covenant to break their overly simple codes. We're close enough to their position, you should be able to reach it soon enough. Hurry before the Covenant figure out where you and they are."
Taylor sighed and followed his virtual companion's instructions. The Marines would need all the help they could get. Not that they couldn't fend for themselves, it was just that the Covenant currently outnumbered them by an extreme ratio. Something along the lines of seven to one. They needed some major reinforcing, and while more ground units were on the way, they might not arrive in time to make a difference.

"Yessir, I got some cloves before I left station, watch out, though. They break easy." Antares said after Lipton finished stripping the corpse of supplies. He held out the black box of clove cigarettes and Lipton froze. Apparently he already got a transmission over the COMLink. It must've been at least somewhat important, stopping the officer from receiving something capable of calming his nerves.

Morgan heard his data-pad produce a rapid beeping, and he pulled it out, and slung his Rebel AP Assault Rifle immediately. Drawing his M6C pistol, he scanned the area, then checked over the rendezvous point. He was a little ways off from there, so he'd go after Sergeant Graves quickly, then head back to headquarters. In those few moments, Captain Morgan L. Hunter had all in all forgotten that his team was mid-battle. He stuffed the data-pad back into his vest, and sheathed his sidearm. Quickly tearing the rifle from his arm, he fired at the nearest pack of Grunts, eliminating them efficiently, then turning his attention to the Elite. He sprayed almost an entire clip on it to bring him down to his knees. He would die soon, that much blood spilling on the ground Morgan thought, a smile tugging at his lips. "Sergeant Graves, you heading to HQ? Team Nobody will meet you at a rendezvous point halfway once we're done here." he called into the COM, hearing a clicking sound from his weapon. Morgan dropped out the current clip, and slapped a new one in, bracing against the old building that the rest of his team had decided to take cover in as well.

Spartan-108 was still rushing, Jason on his shoulder, who seemed to be firing upon whatever in the hell was chasing them. He heard the Private say something about a plasma bolt headed in his direction, and he immediately dropped him, and rolled, bringing up his M5-51 SAW to bear, spraying a half clip at the enemy, letting the fifty rounds tear through anything in their path. He looked at the Private, who hadn't gotten up yet, and hoisted him up quickly.
"Come on son. On the double, head to Lieutenant Mendez, I'll finish up here. On the double soldier!" he yelled in a calm tone.
He gave the Marine a starting push, then took cover in a nearby destroyed Seraph fighter. Odd how these things didn't get completely destroyed when they crashed because of the atmosphere. He brought up the tacmap, and marked this location. They'd want to scavenge this. He braced against it, and peered over the top. A streak of plasma shot over him, and Logan opened fire.

UNSC Territory : New Mombasa
1157 Hours/Drop Zone Beta-Alpha-Gamma-November
Date log: September 23rd, 2552
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//////Log 2738-A
>>>> Corperal Rinock, Timothy M.
/press enter to begin log entry/

We had just landed not to long ago and commotion already started to arise down the road.

While stationed at Cawsway 1, I spoted a patrol of Grunts scouting the area, and no doubt they found the outermost edge of the defencive base of fire.

The main defencive line was set around the Main Square. Incase troops needed a fallback point, BAGN or Base Bag'n as some of the guys called it, was indended to be a last line of defence. This was a final resorting measure, bacically intrenching ourselves deep in the heart of the city, repelling anything they threw at us, making a main Defencive line agianst the Covenant.

Private Cohshahawken or "Hawk" as he was called to his teammates was busy stripping plaiting from a car when the first shots fired.

From 12 O'clock from the southern most position, a small scout squad of 3 Banshee's opened fire right on Hawk's position. And because he was stripping a car, Plasma melted into the gastank, causing the area around him to create a funeral pyre. His remains were never found.

While the onslaught went on, I sat against the delerict of a Pelican that was destroyed when the previous attempts to make this a controlling base of fire failed. The main defence force was all killed. Most of their bodies were gone, but the ones that remain were in bits and peices all around the area.

One man, a Private Dun as the TEAMSAT tagged him, was torn apart all together. Myself and Sergeant Hommel found his tosro underneath a peice of scrap just the previous hour. While 5 minutes later, we had recived another word from down Supply Causeway 2, they found his arm a mile up the road.

>>>The onslaught continued. I saw as streaking bolts of plasma peirced through Tech Officer Grant while he was struggeling with a LAAG attachment. He had a wife whom he hadn't seen in 5 years.
With what little it did, I unloaded a fre rounds into the purple based hull of the Banshee. They pinged off like nothing. The hellfire contiued.

By the time we had eliminated all 3 Aerial units, we had lost 5 men, and had 15 injured. 3 from my squad. For myself, I suffered a peice of shrapnel across the cheek. Nothing much but it would be just another war scar I could show off to the girl in the bar on Shore leave.

For right now, Lieutenant Winters is setteling the troops down, as I could see in the way he looked at us, this was not the way it was suppost to be going. And with the recent dissaperance of Captain Cohrey, people started to question the Lieutenant's command.

More news to come.

Corperal Timothy M. Rinock
>>>> 1st Platoon
>>>>> September 23rd, 2552

Jason hurried off, Assault Rifle and M6C Pistol reloaded and at the ready. He had a run in front of him, and knew he'd be faced with Covenant. "Lieutenant Mendez, this is Private First Class Jason Ellington. Can you hear me? I am on my way to your location."