Squadron # 666
" TRIMBOLI!!! TAKE OUT THAT GUN TURRET!!!" The chief screamed at the marine. They were in close combat with the Covenant. Mathew did as he was told. He crept up to the Shade, and put the barrel of his mg 42 belt fed machine right up to the back of the Shade.
He pulled the trigger, sending about 25 shots through the seat of the Shade, through its grunt operator and out its chest, blood spewing from veins he had hit. It fell fro m the Covenant gun turret, blood pouring from its mouth and chest.
" Minjohj'arad! Take out that jackal squad!!" The master chief yelled at the Elite. It nodded, and charged the jackals. They were terrified. They didn't know what to do. They weren't trained for this kind of situation.
So they did what they thought was logical. Opened fire on the deflective Elite. All shots either missed or where dodged. The elite grabbed one jackal by its head, and thrust it face first into a boulder, smashing its face in as it dropped the jackal, which was now surrounded by blue blood.
The he kicked a jackal to the ground, pulled out his two plasma rifles, and shot it in the chest a few times, blood spraying and splattering everywhere, the Elite feeling no regret for killing its so called "brethren". The Elite no longer cared about the holy crusade for the gods, nor did it care of its gods anymore. All it wanted was to repay the marines who had saved it during their encounter on Halo.
The last remaining jackal was frozen in fear. It just stood there. The elite swung his rifles at either side of its head, crushing the Jackals cranium, which in turn erupted with blood as it fell to the ground with a thud.
The Elite was now armored with MJOLNIR armor up to its neck, which for head protection it wore its standard Covenant helmet for the elites. This made it look fiercer, which it succeeded in doing. The elite then charged another elite from behind. The other elite turned around as Minjohj'arad tackled it.
They landed with a thud, as Minjohj'arad beat the other elite brutally with its fists' and plasma rifles. When Minjohj'arad got up from the other elite, he spit on its dead and bleeding face. He chuckled as he went back to combat.
Anderson was going shotgun crazy on the Covenant sons of bitches. An elite ran at him, its energy sword ready to slice through him like butter. He pumped the weapon, and turned to the elite, the barrel touching its stomach. He fired, the elite stopped, its energy sword switched off. It looked at its stomach. There was a huge hole in its stomach, going right through it, so if you looked through the hole in its stomach, you could see what's behind it.
It toppled to the ground with a thump. He then pulled out an Uzi and started firing at the many grunts and elites running down a slope. Many of the covenant fell dead from the machine gun fire, there weren't enough left to make a difference. They were easy targets.
Evans walked through the battlefield, his MA5B Assault Rifle blazing. Bullets spray everywhere, hitting most grunts, jackals and elites, disabling and killing them. He threw a grenade at a rock. A jackal dived out from behind the rock, but not in time, the blast sent him flying, the beast screaming all the way, and landing on a rock, hanging off the edge.
Trimboli and Minjohj'arad sticked close together behind and overturned Shade. The two had become pretty close friends the following months' after their escape from the weapons research facility back on Halo, which is gone now. The leader of their squad destroyed it. The master chief. He was the bravest man they had ever met.
The master chief bravely walked across the battlefield, not taking any cover, with his two DK 5D compacted machine guns, one in each hand. He walked slowly, blasting anything that wasn't with his squad. Squad 666 it was named, for obvious reasons.
After the Covenant had pulled back, they counted death toll. " Covenant, 167 casualties, Human, 0 casualties." The chief said, smirking under his visor. " Aw hell yeah, we kick ass." Evans exclaimed. " Heh, a force of nearly 200 troops, defeated by a six man squad." Mathew snickered. " We must be some of the best to have taken out 167 troops with no casualties." McDowell said.
" Data readouts say that us six are six of the ten of the best soldiers in the core." The chief said. " Three of those ten are dead." The chief said gloomily. " Ill miss Vasques, Duke, and McCoy. They were fine marines." Anderson pointed out. " Who's that other marine Chief?" Minjohj'arad asked. " Correction, four of those ten are dead. Jacob Keyes was a great leader." The chief said. " You can say that again." McDowell said.
" Wait, what about Banderas?" McDowell asked. " Pfft, are you kidding me? He was a worthless bastard!" Evans ranted. " Alright, enough chit chat, we have a mission. We have to find out where the Covenant camp is. There will be precisely 33 covenant at the camp. Nothing we can't handle." The chief said. " Alright men, move out!" The chief shouted as the men got their weapons and followed their Squad Leader. The leader of Squad 666
Chapter 2 will be up soon. Review please.
" TRIMBOLI!!! TAKE OUT THAT GUN TURRET!!!" The chief screamed at the marine. They were in close combat with the Covenant. Mathew did as he was told. He crept up to the Shade, and put the barrel of his mg 42 belt fed machine right up to the back of the Shade.
He pulled the trigger, sending about 25 shots through the seat of the Shade, through its grunt operator and out its chest, blood spewing from veins he had hit. It fell fro m the Covenant gun turret, blood pouring from its mouth and chest.
" Minjohj'arad! Take out that jackal squad!!" The master chief yelled at the Elite. It nodded, and charged the jackals. They were terrified. They didn't know what to do. They weren't trained for this kind of situation.
So they did what they thought was logical. Opened fire on the deflective Elite. All shots either missed or where dodged. The elite grabbed one jackal by its head, and thrust it face first into a boulder, smashing its face in as it dropped the jackal, which was now surrounded by blue blood.
The he kicked a jackal to the ground, pulled out his two plasma rifles, and shot it in the chest a few times, blood spraying and splattering everywhere, the Elite feeling no regret for killing its so called "brethren". The Elite no longer cared about the holy crusade for the gods, nor did it care of its gods anymore. All it wanted was to repay the marines who had saved it during their encounter on Halo.
The last remaining jackal was frozen in fear. It just stood there. The elite swung his rifles at either side of its head, crushing the Jackals cranium, which in turn erupted with blood as it fell to the ground with a thud.
The Elite was now armored with MJOLNIR armor up to its neck, which for head protection it wore its standard Covenant helmet for the elites. This made it look fiercer, which it succeeded in doing. The elite then charged another elite from behind. The other elite turned around as Minjohj'arad tackled it.
They landed with a thud, as Minjohj'arad beat the other elite brutally with its fists' and plasma rifles. When Minjohj'arad got up from the other elite, he spit on its dead and bleeding face. He chuckled as he went back to combat.
Anderson was going shotgun crazy on the Covenant sons of bitches. An elite ran at him, its energy sword ready to slice through him like butter. He pumped the weapon, and turned to the elite, the barrel touching its stomach. He fired, the elite stopped, its energy sword switched off. It looked at its stomach. There was a huge hole in its stomach, going right through it, so if you looked through the hole in its stomach, you could see what's behind it.
It toppled to the ground with a thump. He then pulled out an Uzi and started firing at the many grunts and elites running down a slope. Many of the covenant fell dead from the machine gun fire, there weren't enough left to make a difference. They were easy targets.
Evans walked through the battlefield, his MA5B Assault Rifle blazing. Bullets spray everywhere, hitting most grunts, jackals and elites, disabling and killing them. He threw a grenade at a rock. A jackal dived out from behind the rock, but not in time, the blast sent him flying, the beast screaming all the way, and landing on a rock, hanging off the edge.
Trimboli and Minjohj'arad sticked close together behind and overturned Shade. The two had become pretty close friends the following months' after their escape from the weapons research facility back on Halo, which is gone now. The leader of their squad destroyed it. The master chief. He was the bravest man they had ever met.
The master chief bravely walked across the battlefield, not taking any cover, with his two DK 5D compacted machine guns, one in each hand. He walked slowly, blasting anything that wasn't with his squad. Squad 666 it was named, for obvious reasons.
After the Covenant had pulled back, they counted death toll. " Covenant, 167 casualties, Human, 0 casualties." The chief said, smirking under his visor. " Aw hell yeah, we kick ass." Evans exclaimed. " Heh, a force of nearly 200 troops, defeated by a six man squad." Mathew snickered. " We must be some of the best to have taken out 167 troops with no casualties." McDowell said.
" Data readouts say that us six are six of the ten of the best soldiers in the core." The chief said. " Three of those ten are dead." The chief said gloomily. " Ill miss Vasques, Duke, and McCoy. They were fine marines." Anderson pointed out. " Who's that other marine Chief?" Minjohj'arad asked. " Correction, four of those ten are dead. Jacob Keyes was a great leader." The chief said. " You can say that again." McDowell said.
" Wait, what about Banderas?" McDowell asked. " Pfft, are you kidding me? He was a worthless bastard!" Evans ranted. " Alright, enough chit chat, we have a mission. We have to find out where the Covenant camp is. There will be precisely 33 covenant at the camp. Nothing we can't handle." The chief said. " Alright men, move out!" The chief shouted as the men got their weapons and followed their Squad Leader. The leader of Squad 666
Chapter 2 will be up soon. Review please.