He felt a sharp pain spike in the back of his neck. He could feel blood run down his forehead all the way to his dry mouth and lips. Not to mention the cold unsatisfying taste of more blood run in his mouth. A constant ringing in his ears made him grit his teeth as try to keep his balance in the crashed pelican.
He looked around the dull grey colored interior of the pelican. He could see young men and women try to pull themselves together from the crash. Three of his Orbital Dock Shock Troopers, or ODST, lay still on the metallic plating of the pelican. There bodies where twisted and mangled, obviously dead. Others either gathered what working weapons they could get, or there medic, Private Troy, work on a injured man.
"Jesus! It hurts," The injured UNSC soldier said. It sounded as if he was crying, but Staff Sergeant Ryan Haze couldn't tell because of his helmet.
Ryan lazily looked around for a tactical helmet, one that was in a working condition. He grabbed the one next to his feet, and checked the tag inside. It read his rank, name and serial number. He gentle slid it on, not trying to make his headache worse than it was. He grabbed a decent looking BR55HB. The ammo counter read 33.
"Troy, how's he doing?" Ryan asked quietly as he hobbled over.
"He's got an entire piece of sharp penal lodged in his leg," Troy said, stating the obvious. "Give me some time, and I'll be able to fix it up."
Ryan slowly nodded and gazed out onto the scene beyond the inside of the pelican. There was a soft downfall of rain, filling the streets as nightfall started to rise. From the glow that rained on the streets, the city was obviously burning, or part of it. And he wondered when and if the covenant would show up.
He could hear faint gunfire in the distance. Or maybe it was just him from all the ringing that was in his ears? But he didn't want to be caught sitting here, when a covenant platoon comes and slaughters them.
"Troy, get that sharp panel out and wrap up Kava's leg now. Everyone else, prepare to move out. Gather all the supplies in decent condition," Ryan ordered as he went into the cockpit.
He looked at the two pilots, both slumped over, one of them had a giant piece of metal stuck into his helmet. Blood ran through his face his face plate, the other had nothing stuck in him, he was just dead, the cold dead. He push one of there bodies over and got on the com radio. He switched it onto a general UNSC channel on a E-band frequency.
"This is Staff Sergeant Haze of fire team Kilo. We have a crash pelican ship, with survivors who need transport, one wounded."
Haze awaited for thirty seconds listening to the soft hum of the silence. He repeated the message again and awaited thirty more seconds. No reply once again, and it worried the tired and wrecked Sergeant. Then there was a faint and hard to here reply.
"Corporal West to-" A voice spat out. "Haze…three kilometers west of position- at-" And then the radio went dead.
"Damn," Haze muttered and left the death filled cockpit.
"Sir?" Asked Corporal Jones.
"Where moving and now," He ordered to his men. "I don't want to be caught by the covenant, I had slight talk with some marines, we have an idea to go. Someone help out Kava."
Troy slowly helped up the injured ODST, and handed him over to Corporal Jones who supported him. Haze slowly walked out of the pelican, and into the soft, constant rain. It washed away the dirt and dust, and the few blood marked on his armor. After his men where right behind him, they headed westward, having to move slower than he would like because of there wounded.
But he wouldn't blame his men, he never did, as long as they gave him one-hundred ten percent. Haze was right about the burning buildings and skyscrapers, the night sky was mixed with a reddish orange color, and a thick black smoke that slowly arose from the burning buildings.
What was more curious, why didn't they just glass them? Get it over quickly, maybe they thought they where worth it? But he push that thought aside for some other time. He still felt pain and the headache that wouldn't leave him be. But he was grateful he wasn't in the condition of Kava, or his other men.
"Sir," Kava gasp out. "How far are we traveling?"
Haze didn't reply back imminently, he had to think weather to answer that question. Kava would obviously hold himself responsible for them taking them to much time. Especially if it was a distance.
"Don't worry about it soldier, just focus on stay alive."
"Yes sir," Kava said back, his voice felt somewhat more confident now.
They continued for awhile, not stopping, everything seem quiet, except the gunfire in the distance. Haze calculated that they had traveled three point five kilometers, so they would most likely be linking up with the marines soon.
He clicked on his intercom headset and turned it to the channel and frequency he used before. "Staff Sergeant Haze to anyone, is anyone reading me?"
There radio remained silent for a little bit of time, and then the same voice came up. "Sergeant, Corporal West, I presume your in the area? We need your fire team to get to the hotel. You should be able to see it in the distance, it's the tallest building."
Haze could hear some gunfire in the background. He looked up and he could in fact see the hotel, the tallest building. It was down the long street, and your had to turn left and travel a little more down road. He could see flashing lights, and some gunfire barley though.
"We got a fix on your position, Haze out."
Haze kicked his feet in a little hop, and waved his arm forward. "Move!"
Jones pulled Kava on his back, and they moved as fast as they could down the road. They turned and let there eyes unfold the scene before them. Covenant soldiers slowly advanced upon the hotel building. He could see projectile weapons being fired from inside. The ODST fire team imminently open fired.
The covenant suddenly found themselves on two sides of fire, and one of there flanks no longer safe. Haze moved to a blown car as his cover. He peered over and fired his BR55HB, the three burst rounds pierced through grunts likes like they where paper. Brutes power armor fell, and there unprotected bodies where soon filled and riddled with bullet holes.
The fire team emerged from there cover and over to the hotel where the UNSC forces where holed up. The doors where opened by a marines, a nice welcome. The fire team walked in, and saw four marines including the one that opened the door.
"Corporal West," One of the marines said with a slight nod.
"Staff Sergeant Haze, good thing we got here."
"Yeah, we got a pelican inbound so if we sit tight here, we'll be picked up."
"Ok, ODSTs, prepare to hold down the fort," Ordered Haze.
His fire team obeyed as Jones sat Kava on a still intact couch. The rest set up in windows and such and keep there trained eyes peeled. There was a tiny little noise, followed by a scream. Haze located the scream and looked over, one of his ODST lay on the tiled floor, in a small puddle of blood. The blood slowly seeped through his visor.
"Shit!" Sniper!" Jones shouted as they all moved out of the windows and such.
They could hear Phantom drop ships drop off covenant troops, there Phantoms had already started to lay down fire. The brute spikers punctured the walls, making the UNSC forces back off the wall a little. They returned fire, poking there weapons out and firing wildly into the covenant bulkhead.
A bright green explosions tore into the wall at the end of the right side. The explosion made Haze fall onto his hips, dust and bits of what the building was made of. One of his ODST and a marine where blown back, some blood splashed on the nice tile floor, and the two men remained unmoving.
He grabbed a grenade from his tactical vest, he wondered y he hadn't noticed the grenade before. He primed in and tossed it into the covenant force. Several seconds later it made a ear blowing explosion, followed with screams of dying. He scanned for brutes without there power armor, and mopped up the ones without it. But there still where too many for the small force.
More good men died as they dropped more and more covenant loyalist. After awhile it was only him, Kava, Jones, West and Troy. Not to mention he was on his last clip for his BR55HB.
"When is that damn pelican coming!" Shouted Haze.
"Fuck! I don't know!" Yelled back West.
He watched as two brutes took turns firing, making sure they couldn't fire back. Haze was getting tired of this bullshit, he emerged from his cover and fired as much as he could. One brute died off as it's head smashed into a car leaving a giant blotch of blood where the head hit.
The other brute got a lucky shot in as one of the spikes ripped right through his armor in the right shoulder. He shouted in pain as he fell back as he grabbed around the spike. He felt a presence as Troy rushed over and pulled out a medical kit, she quickly pulled out the spike fast and hard. He screamed in agony.
He looked at the spike, it dripped his crimson fluid, he hated it. He put his head up as far as he could and could see Jones go to his former position and lay down some fire. He fired till his gun ran dry. He yelled and threw his gun out the window, he drew his pistol, and fired till spikes bored into his, and hung him to the wall.
Three spikes ran across his chest, and one went through his helmet, and another hung his arm in place. There was another bright green explosion, it made his ears ring that awful ring, he could feel blood slowly come out them. He looked up at Troy he put some bio foam on his wound and fired away.
He watched a spike rip right into his heart. He clutched the area around it, he could see blood slowly seep out, and he body double over, dead and lifeless. He turn his head slowly and watch West drag Kava over next to him, he set him down genteelly, and stood up. His head then suddenly exploded a reddish pink mist.
He threw up a little in his helmet as he drew his pistol. He looked up and saw no covenant forces coming upon the hotel. There was a large explosions and the clacking of rounds being fired. He heard some voices as the doors opened, and then his black out.
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Authors Note: Well here's the prologue, hope you enjoy, review, I'll update more, this is part of multiplayer chronicles. Yeah so please review, thanks for reading, cripset. Like to thank Obisdian Thirteen to, great guy.