500 feet above the Savaco Jungle, Chorus
Bitters sat on the side of the Falcon, looking to the jungle several hundred feet below.
He took out his sniper and used its scope to look closer at the terrain, it was a lush, green jungle not far from where the UNSC Hand of Merope had crashed.
He saw Polomo on the other side seat, whilst Jensen, Grey and Smith were sitting inside the craft.
He thought of how he had gotten to this point, after Hargrove had been apprehended tucker had activated something that everyone just called 'the temple' to avoid awkwardness, it had left nearly everyone on Chorus with a bastard son or daughter, after that he and the 'super' elite team were promoted to their current position.
As he mulled over this he realized that this was their first proper combat op since the war, before now they just trained and did a little work as military police, where Smith claimed that 'law and order' was better than CSI Miami, no way in hell was that true.
"Rogue team, we'll be at the landing site in one minute," Shouted the former freelancer pilot, four seven niner.
With this news bitters loaded a magazine into his sniper and racked the bolt, he then did the same with his SMG and his magnum.
He looked over his shoulder to see Smith feeding a belt of ammunition into an ammo drum, Polomo slammed a magazine into his DMR and Jensen cocked her Magnum.
The falcon started to descend into a small clearing, even from the air the team could see signs of combat, there were spent shell casings and scorch marks with a few splatterings of dark blue blood, which Grey immediately went over to.
Smith went over to Grey and Bitters followed.
"What's the verdict Doc?"
"The shells are from 20mm rounds but the scorch marks..."
"Plasma maybe" Bitters theorized.
"Not quite, there are trace amounts of ionized particles in the marks, if it is plasma, it's definitely not Covenant, as for the blood as far as I can tell whatever it belongs to is not any known species"
Bitters turned to Andersmith, "target's a few miles from here, better get going"
"Agreed"
Bitters stowed his rifle on his back and brought out his M7 SMG.
The five of them moved as one into the jungle with their weapons up, Smith kept his SAW, Jensen and Polomo held DMRs and Grey held an old plasma rifle.
It took them a few minutes to make their way towards the crash site.
"Holy... Mother... Of Shit..." Polomo said as they came within sight of the UFO, it was a hulking beast of rocks and metal.
"Grey?, what the Fuck is that thing?" Bitters asked.
"It's mainly titanium and rock, a few alien metals by the looks of things" The doctor replied instantly as her mind raced ten times faster than any normal being.
They all heard the sound of gunfire and instantly pointed their weapons towards the sound's origin.
Using his rifle scope bitters spyed an extremely bulky figure with a large weapon, he had white armour with a red trim.
Besides him was a shorter figure in light blue armour.
"Contacts" He whispered over a sub-vocal channel, the figures seemed to be firing at an unseen enemy.
The five of them were prone on a ridgeline looking at the warriors fire endless amounts of bullets and hardlight so hard that you couldn't see their feet under the empty magazines, shell casings and battery's.

Brother Khatai slammed a new magazine into his bolter and fired a few more bursts at the orks.
The rounds exploded as soon as they came into contact with the green skinned heretics.
Besides him O'Shavackee, warrior of the first free sept of the tau let loose the soothing purr of his carbine, Khatai didn't much like the tau but he had respect for the ones who chose to live a life without the tyranny of their quote-unquote 'ethereals'.
The green humanoids fired their crude tools of war at them, not many hit, and the few that did usually pinged off their armour.
Khatai mentally sighed as a warboss stomped into the front of the herd, its killer claw slashed with a mind off its own.
The creature roared and Khatai recognized it as a challenge and he drew a long serrated combat knife, he knew he probably wouldn't survive this nor did he wish to, it was an honour to die for one's emperor.
The mob stopped firing their weapons and instead roared in anticipation.

Before the veteran brother could react the beast was upon him, he slashed at the warboss, producing a livid scar across it's cheek, In response said warboss crushed his left arm with it's claw.
'At least it wasn't my dominant arm'
Again he slashed at the warboss and rolled to his side to dodge another high-powered punch.
Whilst he was on his back the creature used a foot to pin him and pulled his head back, creating a hopeless pain.
He was let go and immediately kicked his legs up blindly, rewarded with an indignant snarl.
Again before he could react he felt the pressure on his neck and he was lifted up... facing the warboss.
He couldn't see Shavackee anywhere.
Khatai was forced to look into the heathens eyes, they were a deep scarlet with a flicker of hatred, and deep seated insanity.
Before his eyes...

The creatures head exploded.

The entire crowd of green skinned aliens froze as Bitters let go off the trigger, the head of their lead was a mash of gore and blood.
In a lapse of judgement Bitters shouted "How's my NATO rounds taste fuckface"
He immediately knew it was a mistake as the dozens of green skinned 'fuckfaces' turned around to look at him.
"Well... Well... Shit" sighed Polomo as he bowed his head.
They all knew it would be one hell of a fight