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0711 hours, August 30, 2552 (Military Calendar)
Epsilon Eridani system, Orbital Defense Generator
Facility A-331, planet Reach.
SPARTAN-109, Alex, fired a quick, three round burst at the oncoming wave of Covenant. Dead bodies surrounded him on all sides. A fireball washed over the deck, as the Lotus anti-tank mines they had set detonated. His suits internal temperature rose. Plasma sliced at the rock he was using for shelter as the Grunts and Elites got closer.

Alex leaned out from behind the rock and was immediately hit by a plasma bolt, which knocked him unsteady and blinded him for a moment. When he could see again, it was like he was in a meteor shower of streaking blue blobs. He fired a clip at the oncoming Grunts, and fed in a fresh one. Amidst the screams of Marines, the high pitched barking of the Grunts could be heard, getting louder and louder. A voice came through on the com.

"Alex this is getting to hot! We have to get ba..." then static erupted on the channel. Alex pinged the sender. There was no response. He cursed as he hurriedly tossed a grenade. It detonated by some Warthog fuel, and a wave of heat passed over him. A crystalline shard impacted into the shoulder of a nearby Marine. The Marine screamed, and then exploded. Gore splashed across Alex's faceplate.

He used a hand to wipe some of it off his HUD. When at last he could see, he stared into the barrel of an overcharged plasma pistol. His reflexes kicked in, and he sidestepped to swing the butt end of his MA5B onto the Grunt's head. It impacted with a crack and the Grunt crumpled with a growl.

"Status" Alex said into the com. Eight acknowledgment lights winked blue. Six remained dark. He grimaced, and shot at an Elite who was flying a ghost. His rounds punched holes through the cockpit of the Ghost, and its rider. The craft screamed past him and exploded. Another Elite appeared two meters off to his right, and leapt at him. It grabbed his wrist holding the MA5B, and hit his faceplate with his other free hand. The attack bounced harmlessly off his shields. Alex rammed his knee into the Elites groin, and launched an open-hand strike at its chest. It screamed and let go of his wrist. Alex brought his MA5B up and fired once. The Elites shields flared but held. All at once, its shield popped and failed, and its right side was lacerated with bullets. Alex nodded in appreciation at SPARTAN-086, Nathan, who had finished the alien. Nathan waved back, and sent his boot through a Grunt's chest.

Alex groped for another clip, and found none. He looked around, saw the dead marine, and grabbed his ammo. He also took his dog tags. Suddenly a Banshee flyer screamed above them, and fired its heavy weapon; a plasma torpedo. The torpedo streaked towards reactor complex seven.

"Spartans hit the deck!" He yelled as he grabbed Nathan and tackled him to the floor. An explosion rocked the ground, and Alex's shields drained to nothing. An alarm claxon sounded, and the bar pulsed red as it slowly began to refill. Grunts yipped excitedly and pushed forward. Alex got up and keyed the com. "Spartans fall back! Fall back!" He then broadcasted to Team Alpha. "Generator complex seven has been compromised. Might be able to save number three." He yelled at what remained of Team Beta "Set off those charges now!" He cut the transmission backed away, firing as he went. There was a whoosh as Nathan fired a Jackhammer missile over his head. It destroyed a gold armored Elite who had, until two seconds ago, been leading his troops in a 'victory charge' An overcharged plasma bolt smashed into Alex's shoulder, rocketing him backwards.

Nathan threw away the launcher and ran towards him. Alex gritted his teeth and got to one knee, panting. Nathan was 10 yards away. Alex heard the scream of yet another Banshee. Nathan kept coming, unaware of the flier closing on him. Alex screamed at him to get down, barely being able to hear himself over the roar of battle. It seemed to go in slow motion. The Banshee raced towards the other Spartan. Nathan slowed, and turned around. Alex ran towards him, trying to reach him in time. SPARTAN-086 never knew what hit him.

Alex reeled as the explosion found him. He was knocked off his feet yet again and thrown back into a Warthog, which buckled under the pressure, and enveloped his lower torso. Hydrostatic gel boiled, along with his blood. JUST GET UP! He yelled at himself.

He swore his inability to move. Alex opened up a com channel to the rest of his team. His vision blurred. He gritted his teeth and concentrated on staying awake. Through the haze, he saw the Covenant rushing past, breaking through the defenses, overwhelming their forces. They were oblivious to him. A golden armored Elite was stabbing any Marine he found, dead or alive, with a plasma sword. He came to a Spartan. The Elite began to pick up the body, when the fail-safe system in the armor kicked in, sending fire in every direction. Alex's vision blurred. But he realized it was not his suit malfunctioning. A single tear fell onto his visor. Then he blacked out.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: More chapters to come soon! I hope you like em!