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Status:
Completed
Casualties:
Near Complete
Mission File:
Operation: Alpine
Mission Status:
Complete
Assigned Unit:
105th Shock Troops Division, 10th Shock Troops Battalion, 5th Platoon.
Unit status:
Nearly Complete Loss.
Objective(s):
Drop Behind Enemy Lines: CompletePlant Charges On AA Guns: CompleteRecon Area: CompleteBlow Charges: CompleteExfiltrate: Complete
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"The mission was on the Fourth of May, 2552, on a recently occupied Covenant planet, called Aulesh. Our goal: Take out the AA guns on the Covenant Complex, and recon the area. It went well until we were ambushed by a patrol of Elites, Grunts, Jackals, and Hunters. Our losses, were nearly all of us. About five of us got out. There were 44 of us. It was brutal, and I lost a lot of good soldiers." - Colonel Jackson Farren.
While the Colonel gave his statement to the ONI specialist, Noryen would walk to the Armory, to restock his gear. He grabbed 9.5x40mm boxes, about two. He would unlatch the boxes, pulling out all of the clips in his ammo pouch, about fifteen. He would place 36 rounds into each cartridge, placing them into the pouch as he did so. Once he was done, he latched the boxes up, and set them aside. He then grabbed three boxes of M228 12.740mm SAP-HP rounds (Semi-Armor Piercing, High Penetration), setting them down, and unlatching them. He took his fifteen empty M6C/SOCOM clips, setting them down. He would clip his Main weapons ammo pouch up, before loading twelve rounds into each M6C/SOCOM clip, again setting each loade done into his secondary ammo pouch. As he loaded ammo, he thought about the mission. It should have went well, but, those Damn special Operations Elites. How did they know?
05-04-2552, Andrea System, Above the Planet Aulesh, aboard the UNSC Phantoms Shadow.
Noryen tightened the Suppressor on his BR55, ensuring his gear was in top shape. The Second Lieutenant walked to his designated pod, waiting for all the newer folks to get situated. The platoon was a mixture of new and old folks, the Colonel being the oldest. The Colonel was the last to get into the pod, but, on the field, he was speedy. The countdown was heard, before they dropped into the atmosphere, leaving the protection of the Phoenix-Class-Colony-Ship. The pods entered atmosphere, thirty minutes later, they landed, in a dense jungle. Noryen allowed the pod to burst open, before grabbing his gear. He went to an HEV, and opened it, grabbing a pack of C12, and a pack of C7. He met up, with Farrel, before being assigned his squad. He met up with Alpha squad. He looked at the names, and the roster. He confirmed that Private First Class Phil, Corporal Frank, Sergeant Kimberley, Lance Corporal Arthur, and Master Sergeant Elroy were there. The colonel had other squads head to the other six AA guns, as Alpha made their way to the seventh.
Half an hour later, they were on a small cliffside, using their scopes and binoculars to find enemies. Noryen gave the command, and Alpha slinked into the darkness, making their way to the first patrol. He gave the order, and all six fired a burst of Suppressed fire into a pair of Elites. The duo fell to the floor, dead. Noryen ordered Arthur to use the charges on the first leg of the AA gun, while Kimberley and Elroy went for the other two. The trio set all the explosives up, before returning to Noryen. Noryen ordered them to fall back to the treeline. There, he checked in with the Colonel, and got the order to recon the area.
Three Hours Later . . . . . .
It had become morning, and a larger amount of Covenant Forces were at the AA guns. While he scanned the area, he became alert to footsteps on the rocks behind him, but shrugged it off at first. He heard the sound of a familiar blade turning on, and got up to see Elroy and Phil impaled by the bluish blade of a Special Ops Elite group. He fired his BR55, the ammo depleting rapidly. Kimberly, Arthur, and Frank turned, and fired their M7/S SMGs, and MA5 Rifles. They Elites, their shields depleted, were riddled with bullets. One Elite screamed a cry into the air, before dropping. Orders popped up on screen, giving the order to detonate the explosives, and regroup. Noryen grabbed the detonator, pressing the button, watching the AA guns collapsing as their legs were shredded.
He motioned for them to fall back, grabbing the tags of the fallen. They ran through the jungle, heading for the rendezvous. They got there, to see an ensuing firefight. Of the 38 other troopers, he saw 14 left. He looked for the Colonel, and saw him, firing at a pair of Elites. Noryen, Kimberley, Arthur, and Frank fired from their vantage point, and, after what seemed like an hour, killed off the last of the Patrol. They reloaded their dwindling supply of ammo, and ran to meet with the survivors. They got close, and saw carnage. Five other Troopers were there, four of them, sustaining great wounds. Noryen knew they would die. Farren talked with the wounded, and walked to Noryen.
After five minutes of talking, Noryen ordered his squad to push towards the exfil point, as the Colonel followed behind. In the distance, they heard screams, and explosions, as the four wounded warriors fell to the Covenant onslaught. They made it to the Pelican, that waited for them, and boarded.
Noryen finished loading his ammunition, and put his gear into his locker. He put the Ammo boxes away, and donned a cap, walking to the room, and walking in, after his name was called. He sat down, and began his mission report. . . . . . .