The Final Fight of In Amber Clad Chapter 3: First Encounter, a halo fanfic

My first Halo fan fiction, hoping to keep it accurate enough that it could possibly be considered cannon.
The Final Fight of In Amber Clad
By: A T F A.K.A; Spartan-938

Chapter Three: First Encounter

The three Marines walked from the Pelican bay down the halls of the ship. Mark and Sasha and their new friend Lance. They decided that they'd be friends with him. When your in a war you may not survive in getting sent from planet to planet, it helped to have friends. . .until one was wounded or worse. As they walked down they hall the ship shook as if it had been hit by a Plasma Blast. Lance and the others fell as the ship began to accelerate and shook. "Status," Lance shouted as he groped for something to help pull him up. His hand met with Marks. "Something's happening. Think we're under attack?" An alarm began to go off. Commander Keyes' voice came on the speakers "All hands, brace yoursel-" the ship shook and seemed to be tossed around. Finally after about one minute it stopped and felt a sudden stop.

Lance, Sasha, and Mark made their way down another hall and went passed the armory. There were marines gearing up and prepping for battle. A fellow Greenhorn ODST, Kyle, walked over to Lance. He wasn't wearing his helmet but he still looked intimidating. He was quite a few more inches taller than Lance and had heavy looking muscles. He had grenades on his belt, his knife in its sheath and a shotgun in his hands. "Lance, ya hear," he said. "They dropped all the HEV's! We're getting ready to fight some Covenant uglies on a giant circle thing."

Circle thing? Lance wondered what was happening. All the HEV's being deployed, a giant Circle "thing" and a huge shaking in the ship? What was going on? The loud speaker went off. "All available marines, to your fireteams and platoons. We're heading for a new location on the ring. Fireteams Zulu, and Omega to the Pelican bay. You're gonna help the Master Chief. All other marines stand by and get ready. An hour passed after that. The ship had left to somewhere on this "ring" and has stopped. While waiting for something to happen, Sasha, Mark and now Kyle had went to the mess hall to take a small rest. Lance had inspected his Battle Rifle and had made sure to have a full capacity of ammo. Mark now had an SMG, and Sasha had an SMG as well. And a pistol in her holster. They all sat waiting. Everyone and then the ship tried to move forward but would shudder and ease back. Another half-hour passed. Then a call came out over the speakers, calling for a pretty large sum of marines to get to the pelican bay. It was mandatory for the ODST's.

So they all went to the Pelican bay and left the ship. They were over a region of snowy mountains. The Pelicans all broke off heading for a large structure. Lance had his helmet on and glanced over the edge of the Pelicans back. Snow and darkness. ODST armor was a pure black and was visible plainly in snow. But at night it would be more difficult from a distance. Lance unsteadily grabbed his Rifle. Something . . .didn't seem right. He walked up between the two pilot seats in the cockpit. He listened to the radio COMM. ". . . This is Fireteam Echo. We made contact at Specified LZ. Has anyone else out there had any strange disturbance's, we kept seeing things moving off in the shadows and our ODST friends motion tracker is occasionally reading movement." (Static) "This is Fireteam Shine, we've had some similar moments. We tried contacting our pilots after they left us but we had nothing. They were supposed to be bringing us some more weapons."

The Pelican began to descend. There were still more Pelicans Inbound to the large structure and some returning to In Amber Clad. Sgt. Johnson and Commander Keyes had left to the structure. But it was weird. Keyes had stationed a huge perimeter around the structure, as if awaiting an armada of Elite's or something. It was weird. Lance and the others got off. Kyle was not only carrying his shotgun but strapped around him was a Battle Rifle. He wasn't taking chances. Suddenly Kyle called Lance on his COMM. "Lance, something's going on. I'm picking up movement but I don't see anything, you have anything on your scope or tracker?"

Lance checked out the area with his Rifle's scope and glanced at his motion tracker.

"Negative. I have nothing but you, me, and the others."

"Well I've got some. . .what the fuck is that!? AH! THERE'S LIKE A HUNDRED OF THEM!"

Lance saw flashes of lights and heard Kyle's Shotgun. He keyed his COMM and called the Pelican. "Stay here, don't leave." He silently waved for Kyle and Sasha to come up with him. They slowly advanced to Kyle's position. They heard Battle Rifle fire. His COMM crackled. "Sir, the radio's weird. We can't reach any of the other Pelicans or marines. Nor the captain. . .get back here, we need to evac back to

In Amber Clad before something happens!" "Hold on, we'll be right back." The finally saw Kyle. His shotgun lay at his feet and he was firing rounds into the ground shouting. Mark ran up to him and the minute he got their, opened fire on the ground on the ground ahead of them. Lance saw red dots all over his motion tracker and hear popping noises.

He ran forward with Sasha and saw little bulbous blob things. The looked like large insects, glowing a puky greenish yellow, with little tentacles coming out of their "face". If they weren't human, they were not friendly. He opened fire and shot them. When one popped so did a few others close to it. They just kept on coming. Ahead they saw what looked like lights. Lights of Plasma Rifles and other Covenant tech. Only the figures carrying them didn't look like Elite's or grunts or anything. They looked dead. Long dead. His motion tracker was useless and he was out of options. He threw a primed grenade and waved them back towards the Pelican.

Woo. That was fun to write. The Next chapter won't be about our friends here though. The next chapter takes place around the same time though. Any comments or questions will be excepted, except negative ones. Thanks again for reading.