Thanks for viewing my first story! This is a story in progress, and will be revised occasionally. I plan to post part 2 once i get 10 views! (I'm new here, so that's big for me.) This WILL be a series. Disclaimer: I do NOT own Halo, I own only Fireteam Storm, Harr 'Latel, S-Construct, and all custom weapons (These will appear) Thanks again! -Construct
Inside a Small Pathway In A Remote Jungle On Unknown Planet, ¼ Mile From A Large Covenant Landing Pad.
"Right, so how are we doing this again?"
The Spartan clad in COMMANDO Spartan Armor sighed, then calmly began explaining the plan again. "Simple. In about 15 minutes, a Covenant Carrier is going to preform a planetary landing here carrying a payload of crystal ammo for those Needlers the Grunts love so much. Our job is to take it out. Sam here is going to assist Jacob in getting in the ship as soon as the door opens with a FENRIS Nuke. You, Hammond, and I are going to give them fire support to get them in there. As soon as Sam and Jacob get the bomb in there and prime it, we're all going to get the heck out of here, while Hammond covers their escape. Then, we detonate the bomb, and no more Needler problems for a loong time. Got it?"
The Spartan Walking Across From Him In ORBITAL-Class Armor Nodded. "Understood. Hey Sam, How You Doing?" Another Spartan, Don In WARRIOR Armor For Increased Mobility Said, "As Good As I Can Be When I'm About To Dash Into A Covie Carrier. Hey, How About You Ask Our 'Bomb Expert'?"
The Last Spartan In The Little Group Shrugged. "Fine, But I'm Not A Bomb Expert Sam. So I Did A Little Research. This Mission Is The Only Reason I'm Wearing This Stuff." He Was Referring To The E.O.D. (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) Armor He Was Now Wearing. "Still Surprised The Ordnance Commission Gave Us The Ability To Switch Armor As Necessary."
The COMMANDO-wearing Spartan, Who Seemed To Be The Team Leader Said, "Well, We're A Special Team, And If We're Going To Keep That Ranking We're Going To Have To Take Out This Ship." The Others Nodded. The Path Died Away, And The Small Group Reached The Foot Of A Hill, And Dashed Up It, Halting Below The Crest, Then Peeking Over. Their Eyes Were Met By A Huge Flat Space, Teeming With Covenant. They Had Found The Landing Zone.
The Landing Zone Was Mainly A Large Platform, Perfectly Flat, With A Few Towers Looming Up That Where Meant To Help Suspend The Ship While The Antigrav Systems On Board Underwent Refueling/Repairs. On The East Side, Another Purple Tower Was Built, Much Thicker Than The Others. On Top, A Large Green Window Seemed To Oversee The Whole Place. On The Pad Itself, Some Ghosts Hovered Around. A Few Wraiths, Removed Of Their Weapons, Seemed To Be Towing Repulsorlift Trailers. A Number Of Elites Were Giving Orders To Some Grunts. Fireteam Storm Had Come Up On The North Side.
"Interesting," Remarked Jacob. "The Covenant Don't Usually Use Massive Landing Pads Like This."
"Guess The Covenant Thought It Would Be Simpler To Just Clear It Out," Answered Mickey, The ORBITAL Spartan.
Axel, The Team Leader, Interrupted, "Hang On, The Landing Zone Is Getting Some Activity. I Think Our Ship Is Inbound. Now would be a good time to check your nuke, Jacob." He Activated His Mini Comm Suite. "Hammond, Do You Read?"
"Yes Sir, I Read You," Responded A Female Voice.
"What's It Look Like Up There?"
The Location Of Which The Team Leader Was Speaking Was A Stony Alcove High In A Rock Formation, Located In The Mountains North Of The Landing Zone. This Alcove Had A Commanding, Yet Hidden View Of The LZ That The Rest Of The Team Was About To Raid. The Spartan Who Had Just Responded Was Spartan Hammond Waters.
She Was Clad In VENATOR armor, and armed with a Sniper Rifle, Looking Out Over The LZ. "Looks Good, Axel. The Carrier Is Coming In Now, and It looks like you'll be Well Positioned For A Run In. They'll Never Know What Hit Them."
Meanwhile, On The LZ's Main Tower...
(-) Sangheli And Unggoy Translator Activated (-)
"How Long Till Landing?" An Elite In Red Commander Armor Was Pacing Around The Command Room With a Large, Green-Tinted Viewport And Several Monitors.
"The Carrier Will Land In 30 Seconds, Commander," A Grunt Responded.
"Good. We Need Those Crystals Unloaded Immediately, The Didact's Hand Does Not Like To Be Kept Waiting."
Another Elite In Storm-Class Armor Walked Over To Him And Said, "It's A Good Thing That The Ship Even Made It Here, The Human's Futile Attempt To Intercept It Was Unexpected."
"Yes," Responded The Commander. "Yes, Unexpected To Say The Least."
A Grunt Imperial Hesitantly Walked Toward The Commander. "What Is It?" Said the Menacing Elite.
"Sir, The Ship Has Just Landed, We're About To Begin Unloading Procedures.
"Good! Get It Done, And Be Quick About It!" The Commander Cried. The Grunt Rushed Off, While The Commander Turned To Look Out The Window.
Back to the small group on the edge of the LZ, Jacob's POV.
"Oh Boy. The Ship's Landed," I Think To Myself. Axel, The Team Leader, Turns To Me And Says, "You Ready?"
"Yep. Nuke's Good, Railgun's Loaded, Let's Go. Sam?" Sam Glances At Me, Nods, Then Turns His Head Toward The Carrier's Cargo Doors. "Let's Go."
Axel Says Into His Helmet, "Hear That Hammond? Time To Start The Fun. Clear Up There? Great." He Looks Back At Me, Saying, "Alright Then, On 3. I Turn Myself Toward The Cargo Doors. "1…" Is That An Elite Warrior? "2…" Well, There's My First Target. I Tense Up, And I Can Sense Sam Doing The Same. "3!"