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"Yes sir. Pulling back now." Conrad signaled for his team to pull back to the treeline. The ghostly figures got up to a crouch, their armor dripping with water and decaying plant matter. They crept back into the treeline and everything was going smoothly.

There was a click, and then the high pitched trill of a primed plasma grenade. "Oh sh-" BANG! Conrad was thrown to the ground by the force of the explosion. Conrad quickly checked himself and he seemed uninjured. It started as a murmur "oh god... Oh god. OH GOD MY LEG!" A marine was wriggling in the mud feeling the steaming stump that used to be his leg. "Oh damn." An ODST looked at the marine in horror. "We need to haul ass now. Just leave him. We wont make it out alive if we dont." Conrad looked at the ODST, anger swelling up inside of him. "Dont you EVER suggest something like that again." Conrad looked at the boy. "Hold this." Conrad said in disgust, tossing his Assault Gun at the crooked trooper. Conrad then proceeded to lift up the Marine onto his back. "Icewolf this is Conrad. We have been comprimised and have wounded. Immediate medivac. We'll try to lose them." But as conrad said that he knew they had a fat chance of getting away. He could hear the chatter of grunts from beyond the treeline. "Lets go marines!" Conrad took off at a fast jog.

Icewolf curses loudly and barks a stream of orders. The heavy minigun beneath the prw of the Pelican opens up on targets it had already locked onto and the night was full of the screams of dieing grunts and jackals. Icewolf dropped down on a grav chord and Hit the ground running, his armour kicking in to propel him through the low brush and into some light cover. He pokes his DMR through the foliage and begins to take pot shots at the remaining grunts. THe marines run past him to the Pelican which is now making an emergency landing. Two of the ODST's stay to give Icewolf cover fire as he sprints back to the pelican. Through the night a white beam erupts and saw's down one of the ODST's, the other manages tomake the Pelican's ramp as Icewolf takes down the beam rifle skirmisher with a headshot.
"Conrad what the hell happened down there?"

(last post tonight. I swear. xD)

"Conrad what the hell happened down there?" "Sir, one of my marines set off a booby trap sir!" By now Conrad had snatched his Assault Gun back from the shameful ODST. The weapon bucked wildly in conrads grip as he let loose a burst on some Jackals in the treeline. "Sir I suggest we get the attack started. Theres got to be some fuel dumps back there. Why else would the covenant be guarding this place?"

Icewolf looks at a tactical map of the area and immediatly understands why.
"Its the tactical position, we are exactly halfway between New Alexandria and Garuzitat, the major factory centre of Reach. They are perfectly placed here to deal with a threat coming from either direction. As for feul... Lets steal a phantom."

Icewolf notes several tactical readouts on his hud and radio's the driver
"Their AA isnt up yet, take us low and next to the spire. We are going to steal a phantom so the moment you land set the Self-D"
"Yessir!"

Icewolf hit the ramp load and the hatch swivelled up as the Pelican took off low along the ground, The driver puleld up over a ridge next to several docked phantom's and the UNSC personell evactuated the transport moments before it blew, the marines carrig as much ammo as they could as the ODST's and Spartans assaulted the Phantom. Seconds later they were in the air and heading for the last location of Eagle. An ODST on each door mowing down scores of covenant.

Eagle whisper over he radio. "Avoid evac. I am too far in. I willtry to rally at your new ride." Eagle crawls up to the hill side and peers over. Hordes of covenant fill the area. Eagle activates his camo and moves closer.

Icewolf copies and taps the pilot on the shoulder
"Take us low and wide, spring the ramps and let him take his time. Weve cut away half our jouney by stealing this, we have time."
"Sir?"
"Set her down pilot"
"Yessir"

(Crap, fell behind. Can I get the short version by PM?)

I will send one to you within the next 30-50 min

Eagle sees them UNSC team hit the covenant, they hit hard for a small 20 man group. Eagle managed to bust into a covenant armroy diring the attack and blow it to whatever the covenant believed was hell. Eagle was fast to leave though and no one found him. Eagle took a brake against a tree and took a nap. He woke to a grunt and elite standingnover him speaking their alien tongue. They though Eagle was dead, they were wrong. Eagle pulled his pistol out and put three rounds into the Elite in a second. He then pushed himself and pulled his knife out. He rushed the elite and drove he knife up under the Covenant's sternum. He Elite was lifted off his feet by the force and Eagle took him straight back into the ground. The grunt ran away and Eagle threw his knife. The blade caught the grunt in the leg and it fell in agony. Eagle walked over and put two pistol rounds in it's head. Eagle looked to see where he was running. A ghost; "Great." he mumbled.

Our covenant okayers have deserted UNSC win!

I'm here.

(Lol then post reaper. Get something going.)

"BRING THEM DOWN!"

A massive group of Banshee's swoops down, green fuel rod shot's slamming into a UNSC civilian center with such force that the ground shudders and splits, before swooping down and reaping those who remain with their plasma cannons leaving burnt corpses,pools of fire and charred metal in their wake. Several Phantom's arrive from behind, hatches springing open to bring forth a dozen or so armoured Spec-Ops troops with Plasma Rifles and Energy Sword with Syrath leading them.

Like that, LoL?

Lol? Really?

It's not your base, it's just some Civvie center.

I mean the word lol, covenant dont say. "Lol"

Lucian Greymark wrote:I mean the word lol, covenant dont say. "Lol"

Grunts maybe.

The word Lol simply isnt in their dictionary, it is a western acroym for western, specifically english words.

No, it wasn't my troops saying LOL, it was me.

As in you the eliete or you the kid at the computer screen?

No matter.

The phantom lands and the UNSC marines and Spartan spread out and create lines of overlapping fire. Someone found a feul rod gun case in the dropship and the marines all have the covenenant rocket launcher as a seconday weapon should enemy vehicles or hunters arrive. They dig in to wait.

(alright guys lets get back to the story. Not that big of a deal bro.. Anyway I posted this before I saw yours Icewolf so lets just say I was sent off to see to the civvies.)

"Alright Marines lets move it!" Conrad was running point towards his destination, a burning civ center. He hoped to god that there were survivors. He loaded a heavy clip into his assault gun and pulled back the action with a satisfying crunch of metal.

Before long the squad was walking down a highway littered with abandoned cars, trash, and charred bodies. "Crispy Critters" as some of the marines were calling them. Conrad wasent paying attention and had the privelege to step on one of the black crusty horros.

Suddenly Conrad heard the squeal of a Needle rifle going off. "ARRGH" One of his Marines was hit. His calf was reduced to shredded flesh and muscle. "Get to some cover!" They all dove for a car, bench, trashcan, literally anything that would obscure them. Conrad and another Marine plastered themselves to a car. The shaky Marine swore. "God... Man! We're dead! We're gonna die!" The grown man was literrally bawling as the buildings themselves seemed to open up on them. Conrad grabbed him and yelled at him. "You dont think Im scared? Get a hold of yourself damnit!" Conrad began to radio in to any friendlys in the area.

Syrath laughed, he'd found the prey. He fired again, and again, a marine was sent sprawling to the ground screaming, Syrath roared and charged forward, energy sword drawn and only one though on his mind. Kill. Syrath crashed into the marines, swiping his energy sword madly...

Conrad never thought he would be able to recognize an alien but he did. His nameless nemesis. The monster was gleefully chopping away at his men. Conrad snapped his gun onto the target and sent a burst onto its side, staggering it. Conrad took this chance and charged at the Elite, slamming his prosthetic arm into its throat and holding him with a dead mans grip. He gave a thundering warcry and contiuned to chagre with the alien, then throwing him into a glass window with a satisfying shatter. "Get some!"

Icewolf had sent the marines out on a recovery mission but with their engagement of the Elite Zealot he was needed there.

As it was he was moving swiftly through the underbrush of the burnt areas, the few remaining shrubs getting in his way were no more than minor annoyances. It wasn't long before he was insight of the city. The marines would have managed to subdue the Zealot at least. He would be needed to finish it off.

Terrence turned the corner of a city block to see Conrad bodily throwing the Zealot through a building.
"Thats enough Conrad, back away"

Icewolf levels his DMR at the buildings storefront.

Syrath crashed out of the window and charged into a Marine, impaling him with his energy sword and decapitating another while screaming mad praises to the Covenant.

He never got there, a dr shot smacked him cleanly in the head, the elites shields were down from the entangle with Conrad and the dmr bullet had punched through the side of the elites head armour grazing a temple and knocking the elite out. Terrence stood over the body ready to end it but a ghost knocked him squarely through the chest and he hit the ground in agony. The last hting he saw before blacking out was Conrad and half a dozen other marines dragging him out of there and providing cover fire. It seemed that a host of covenant had appeared to cover thier commander.

Icewolf woke some minutes later with hsi head propped up against an ammo crate, bulelts whistling around him. The odd plasma flare in the corner of his vision. He slowly got to hsi feet to see a serious firefight in action. THe covenant had withdrawn the zealot and had grouped in mass to push the unsc back. Icewolf saw dozens of grunts and jackels being herded by brutes long the back rows, a couple of ghosts kept the heavy weapons teams pinned down. Icewolf radioed the driver of the Phantom.
"We need cover now!"

Pete and the remains of his squad walked into the main building of the air port. 'Try getting contact with the others. Don't want to stay here all day.'

Conrad hastily gobbled down a MRE meal as the Phantom was harrasing the infantry. He held the excuse for a sandwich in one hand and took pot shots at the covvies with his pistol in his other. The Spartan was dazed. Conrad hoped that wouldent last for long. The brutes were bearing down on them. They were taking casualties fast.

Icewolf took his hand away from the radio after recieving confirmation and it wasnt long until the phantom had arrived and started to force the grunts to slow their advance. Icewolf saw the line of advancing brutes and tossed a blind grenade into thier line whilst shouting
"Fall back, Fall back!"

(alright guys lets revive this thing.)

Conrad was spewing out lead as his Marines made the retreat. The brutes were creeping up on them and they were taking heavy casualties. Conrad spied a screaming Marine behind a burnt out vehicle his legs were filled with brute spikes and he was going to be overtaken soon. Conrad loaded in a fresh clip and ran out to the poor kid. He grabbed him under his shoulders and dragged him towards the friendly side of the street. He was getting lit up pretty bad but he managed to make it with the Marine. He set him down. "Youre gonna have to hold on for me alright?" Conrad was about to pump him up with medi foam. he didnt get a response. Conrad took a closer look. A brute spike had hit him in the lower jaw and gone into his skull. "god damnit!" Conrad quickly payed his respects and hastily ran to catch up with the retreating force.