Alright, I have decided to continue this fanfic after much consideration and reading others for some reference, as well as research on the Halo universe and fiction.


NEW JERUSALEM, SERAPHIM VII

PLANETARY HISTORY MUSEUM

JUNE 7, 2552

2330 HOURS

East Entrance

Corporal Steven Cervantes dove for cover as his previously occupied spot was showered with hot plasma. He quickly rolled behind a pile of crates that he and some other troops had set up earlier, clutching his MA37 assault rifle he popped his head over one of the crates and returned fire at the advancing covenant.

"Contacts have been engaged!" he shouted, as he eliminated 3 Jackals. Cervantes was firing from the recently fortified position of the Planetary History Museum's front steps, where he and his entire company had been sent to keep the covenant from whatever they were looking for. The Covenant were dead set on getting through as several squads came towards the museum from the main road, a pair of Mgalekgolo rounded a corner and pushed through the gunfire with their enormous shields.

"Eat shit and die, you E.T. mother fuckers!" Yelled an overzealous Private whom was firing at the hunters from behind the burned out shell of a car. "Come on, I have enough for every single one of ya!"

Cervantes watched the Private with a caution, as a Corporal he had been through the rigorous training and selection process of the UNSC Army Rangers, anyone whom was his rank or higher had to in his unit; they were all made to be just as good as ODSTs just without any of the fame. Unfortunately, those in the unit whom were not yet at the rank of Corporal the training would not be required, thus this private was most likely a damn rookie.

"Hold your bravado and get your head in the game before the Covenant take it off!" Shouted a Sergeant from another car a few yards to the right. Unlike the Corporal he was quiet and fired short-precise burst from his weapon. While there were two manned M247H heavy mounted machine guns on either side of the steps hosing down the large Covenant advance. "Machine gunners, adjust your fire take out those hunters before they break through our position, god dammit!" The two men shifted their fire and brought down the behemoths.

As one of the hunters fell a Zealot class Sanghelli wielding an energy sword leaped over its body and sprinted towards the museum. The elite dodged and avoided gunfire from most of the platoon and its high power shields absorbed any lucky shots, more than a few rangers met their end from the blade of pure plasma. Cervantes grabbed the M45 shotgun laying next to him and ran towards the roaring alien.

"Cover me!" he shouted as he sprinted down the steps. The Zealot jumped into the air pulling back its arm for a strike. When Cervantes fired his shotgun the elite's shield flickered and died, the force from the shot also caused the elite to falter as he completely missed his strike as it came down at Cervantes's side. Cervantes pumped the shotgun and prepared to fire a second time when the swung its arm knocking him to the ground. The Elite stabbed downward with its sword but Cervantes rolled out of the way and pulled his side arm from his waist and emptied an entire clip into the unshielded monster's head, the Zealot came down in a heap.

Without their leader the Covenant in front of the museum began to fall into disarray, grunts scattered in fear and the Jackals hesitated for a moment leaving their entire unit vulnerable.

"Alright Rangers open up on those bastards!" Shouted the Sergeant, every soldier was all too happy to comply and they began hosing down the aliens in the street. As the Covenant were systematically wiped out the soldiers let out a cheer. Cervantes scanned the street and saw nothing moving amongst the corpses, after he was satisfied that every covvie had a bullet hole in it sat back and took a drink from his canteen thankful for the moments reprieve, but he knew that it wouldn't be long before another wave approached.

"Sergeant, what's the status on the East entrance to the museum?" A voice crackled over the comm.

"We're green, sir minimal casualties on our end." The sergeant responded. "Any word on possible reinforcements sir?"

"Command cannot be reached at this time, sergeant, something is jamming our long range radio, were all on our own for now."

"Captain, permission to send a team to deal with that problem."

"Negative Sergeant, I already have part of my team missing right now and you need every shooter you have, just hold your position for now, Anderson out." The Sergeant let out a sigh before reloading his weapon and pointing it toward the street again, it was at this moment that he spotted a group of skirmishers sprinting down the street at high speed as well as a phantom approaching, undoubtedly carrying another large group of covenant.

"Hostiles approaching men, prepare to engage!"


West Entrance

"Khan take out that wraith, now!" Captain Anderson shouted. Sergeant Ezra Khan complied and fired his M6 G/GNR Spartan laser at the enemy tank that was bombarding their position, as the tank exploded the smell of melting metal filled the air. Captain Anderson fired his SRS99 sniper rifle four times in quick succession bringing down a group of Jirahalnae.

He quickly ejected the empty magazine and slapped a new on into the rifle. Anderson began to grit teeth as more covenant riding ghosts turned the corner.

This was a really bad day for him; he and his squad had been dropped into New Jerusalem from the UNSC Army Cruiser Nazareth to board a covenant carrier and steel whatever data that they found on board. Instead the operation had become a FUBAR situation since the moment they hit the ground, the squad separated when they had to adjust their course to avoid the wreckage of a destroyed orbital defense station. When he got out of his pod only Khan and Jones were in his vicinity; the rally point was overrun with covenant, two members of his squad were nowhere to be found, and long range communications were down.

"Jacobs, detonate the mines!" Anderson yelled, Staff Sergeant Ryan Jacobs pulled the trigger on his detonator making short work of the ghosts. Jacobs had been one member of the squad that Anderson initially could not locate; it was after he showed up that the squad was picked up to defend the museum. While Anderson was hesitant to abandon his mission but he agreed as he knew the soldiers would not last without back up. Master Sergeant Jones protested in heading to the museum without first searching for Grayson, Anderson told him to be quiet as he got his bearings to head towards the museum. However, after Anderson was finished Jones had vanished. Now he was sitting in front of a museum missing two squad mates and a mission that was likely going to be a failure.

A phantom flew in and began to drop more troops onto the street and west courtyard.

"Dammit, why can't I just get a brake today!" He yelled, firing his rifle several more times as covenant fell dead just as they exited the craft. Jacobs raised a M79 rocket launcher onto his shoulder and fired two rockets directly into the engines of the phantom sending it straight to the ground in a flaming wreckage before the squad.

"Hey, how's that for a break captain?" Jacobs said through the team's comm channel.

"Well, I have to admit it brings a smile to my face seeing the covenant burn like that." Anderson answered.

"Ryan, that still only counts as one kill!" Khan said through the comms.

"Oh that's bullshit, Ezra!" The two men's banter took Anderson's mind off of his frustration so he let his men joke for the moment. The men then reloaded their weapons set some trip mine around the perimeter and prepared for the next wave. The captain took a glance at his target locator something that his squad had been given for their troubles and to aide them with this mission but with out long range communications it was as useful as a rock. Rain started to fall and began to land on his helmet, as he watched the street he began to see shimmers where the rain seemed to stop in midair and go around. Anderson immediately straightened up and broadcast over the comm.

"Cloaked elites, Deltas! Spot them and take 'em down!" He ordered. Anderson looked down his rifles scope and fired.


So that's it for this chapter, it obviously had more action to it then the other one so I hope you guys enjoyed it please review and give feedback!