Operation: Sidewinder
Snow. It whipped across the rocks and spiralled through the sky. The clouds darkened the sky to a night sky even though it was only 1700 hours. A Warthog jumped off a cliff and into the valley below, six more landed hard after it, skidding on the icy ground. They sped through a platoon of Scorpion tanks, zipping so close you could see the serial numbers on the treads.
"Sparrow five, this is Blue Six, we are joining Blue Five and are en route to the recon patrols last known position, Six out." A Marine riding shotgun in the lead Warthog said to the forward Tactical Command base.
Two Marines sprinted from a dark structure; the lead turned and fired a short burst of bullets back the way they had come.
"Blue six, Blue six we are under attack!" One yelled into his helmet mike. The other Marine was knocked over by a plasma burst and lay still, blood forming a pool around him. The surviving Marine started to run when another plasma burst impacted on his back and sent him sprawling.
The Marine in the Warthogs, listened in anguish, unable to do anything.
The surviving marine crawled on his hands and knees, he heard rough footsteps behind him, he turned and saw to large hoofs materialise from nowhere. He looked up and watched helplessly as a Laser sword was plunged into his chest, killing him. The Elite, picked up the lifeless body by the neck and inspected it. He then tossed it aside and walked away, dozens other Elites materielised behind it and followed. Banshees rose and flew above.
Scorpion tanks rolled to the frontlines, Warthogs zipped past them, their drivers eager to draw some Covenant blood. On the front line, a large ditch separated the forces, but the Marines were slowly getting over run, above them, a fierce air battle raged, the UNSC's new Shortsword fighters were dog fighting with the Banshees. A group of marines were held up behind an overturned Warthog, when a large plasma burst killed two of them.
Watching on a cliff about a kilometre behind UNSC lines, five armoured soldiers stood, behind them dozens upon dozens of ODSTs, Pelicans, Tanks and Warthogs, ready to go.
"This is SPARTAN group Omega, if they want war we'll give 'em war."