It is my first fanfic so I shall set the scene

Halo Reach's FORGE WORLD

The covenant has set up a beach head in the canyon and the Master Chief has been dispatched to "dispose" of this threat. Unknown to him, a Spartan team epsilon has been dispatched as support.

Master Chief stared down into the canyon from the platue. Sgt. Johnson had once said it had reminded him of Montana, a state back on Earth. "Three wraiths, fifteen ghosts, and a metric butt-ton of infantry grunts, elites, brutes, and hunters. Just another day at work."

"You see him?" Epsilon 3 spoke in a monotone voice.

"Yeah I got him stone cold," said Epsilon 2. "I told you not to call me that, Rick."

"Well, then don't be so... dull, Piper."

"Ok whatever, " she said with a small chuckle, which made her comrade smile inside his RECON spartan Mk. 6 prototype helm. "He's moving."

The ground crunched lightly as he walked to the edge. He let out a great sigh as he jumped 50 feet onto the wraiths' anti-infantry turrent gunner's unguarded head, reducing it into a purple bloodstain on his boots, crunching the rest of the body into a jackle pancake, then using the turrent to mow down the unfortunate Covenant souls who couldn't find cover fast enough. The closest wraith fired its main cannon as he jumped from the vehicle to a now empty ghost who's driver had fallen prey to the plasma turrent. It came to life at the touch of his armored hands, as five in a V formation came around one of the many barricades the covenant had set up for cover. Chief, being a man of infinite wisdom, shot the plasma storage tanks, causing them to detonate and dispatching the remaining wraiths and the five ghosts in a tremendous explosion.

"Some down, too many to go."

Finally recovering from the shock of their quick, high numbers of casualties, the Covenant regrouped and began firing on the ghost with over-charged plasma pistols to disable the green menace.

"I got him, I got him!" screamed a grunt with joy. Mere seconds afterwards his brain was ventilated by the 45. caliber handgun the chief always kept with him. He seamlessly switched weapons back to his basic issue assault rifle, which he had named Rachel. Just then an elite with a sword steppedd around the corner, slicing away the cover an inch above his head. The chief, at this range, simply took and stuck the barrel of his gun into the splitjaw's mouth and pulled the trigger, instantly draining the shields with the first bullet and ridding it of any life with the second, And thats when the gravity hammer hit him.

So, what did you think? I'm very open to constructive critisisim

and even though I wish I did I own nothing except for the plot and Rick and Piper and any future OC's.