Kray
V-766
14:31
He pulled the trigger and released a shotgun blast into the crippled elites face. He cocked the fore end back and let it slid back into place as he turned around and shot another elite in the chest. Its shields and armor failed to protect him and the shot pierced its heart. An elite to his right roared at him and took out an energy sword. Kray smirked. He turned the shotgun to the tall alien creature and pulled the trigger. The gun clacked empty.
"Well that's just bull!" He threw the shotgun down and pulled his combat knife from his parafoil chest piece with his right hand, and with his left he grabbed his double- edged sniper knife from his CQC shoulder pad on his right shoulder. "Bring it on bitch."
The two warriors charged each other. Kray avoided the elites stab and brought his knife down into the elites right shoulder, swung around it and stabbed its spine. He twisted both knives just for kicks. The elite wailed in agony and crumpled to the ground, dead. He drew the knives from the corps and slid them back into their homes.
A sniper shot rang out and he heard the bullet go right over his shoulder. He turned around and saw a blue armored elite's body on the ground with his head missing from the picture.
"Thanks, Anders. Good shot." Kray said to the sniper hidden somewhere in the mountainous region around him, picking off covenant, through the headset built into his Commando helmet.
"Don't mention it. Keep better track of your ammo." He had a very calm voice, but he was the farthest from combat, why should he be worried?
Kray picked up his shotgun and reloaded it. Six rounds, six kills. That's the way it is. He shot an elite who charged him and knocked another's plasma rifle, out of its hands before pumping a round in its skull. Three rounds later, four more elites were dead. He cut the thirds throat out. He started reloading behind a boulder when a pack of six grunts came around it. They barked and hooted at each other. Six plasma pistols were aimed at him, but he already had a grenade at the ready, primed and sent into the middle if the group. He turned his back to them, and the grenade detonated.
He turned back around and saw one grunt left standing. Blue blood oozed from its abdominal area and he crushed its skull with the butt of his shotgun.
"And they think we're the infestation." He ran out from behind the boulder and charged a horde of jackals. He tossed a frag to weaken them then jumped on ones skull, crushing it, and blasted another halfway to hell. He kicked another's shield so hard, it flickered, then died. The jackal fell over from the force of the blow and made a choking sound.
"Ohh, that's not very attractive." And shot it. He continued fighting for another hour, blowing heads off with his shotgun, stabbing anything that was smart enough to attack him while reloading, and occasionally snapping necks by the time he ran out of ammunition. He grabbed the back of an elites head and slammed it into the rocky ground, crushing its skull, then using his pointer and middle finger as a knife to stab a jackals throat.
He fought with his knives until he lost them in an elites armor then fought with his fist and feet. He punched an elite then snapped its neck, kicked a grunt waddling behind him and threw a jackal as hard as he could at an elite. A wraith moved towards him and launched a plasma mortar which he dived by diving towards it and jumping on the levitating vehicle. He grabbed the grunt gunners head and pulled him out. He hopped into the gunners position and opened fire on everything in his path. The elite driver must have realized Kray wasn't dead and in fact killing all his comrades on his gun, and jumped out but was gunned down quickly.
Another SPARTAN-III sprinted over knocking everything out of his way and hopped in the drivers seat. He didn't see who, but he was grateful for the back up.
"I thought you could use a little help over here." Kyle, the apparent driver said nonchalantly.
"Always." And they fought the covenant army barely taking any hits until and elite climbed on the back and planted a bomb in the engine. The two Spartans jumped out of the vehicle only moments before it exploded. Kray climbed to his feet and helped Kyle up. He looked at the blue visor of his EVA helmet and saw the elite who planted the grenade charging them. Kray turned around and threw a heavy punch, hitting the elite dead square in the face knocking out its shields and breaking its helmet.
Blood poured from its cut up face.
"Nice punch." Kyle said.
Kray shrugged. "I aim to please." He picked up its plasma repeater and grimaced. "I really hate this stuff."
The other Spartan picked up a dead grunts needler. "I know what you mean. Lets just give it back then."
The comment made Kray smile. "Lets."
They charged the covenant army, guns blazing, aliens falling, and a wraith tank blowing its lid from a dead elite misfiring his plasma launcher. Kray shot an elites face until it died and slammed the rifle into another's head. Eventually he picked up another Repeater and went akimbo shooting everything left and right.
He caught a glimpse of Kyle or the other two Spartans positioned on the ground with them. A total of five Spartans fighting a massive covenant army. Kray liked those odds.
Mark
S-107
17:09
Fighting a big ass covenant army with nothing but an assault rifle, a M6D pistol, a combat knife, and a few grenades. Was this supposed to be Christmas for Mark? It sure felt like it. He loved blowing the brains out of a dumb ass covenant bustard every chance he got! It was the only way he actually felt he was making a difference in a universe overcome by warfare. By being a badass soldier who could take on a Covenant flagship single handedly. He didn't use any special tactics like most other Spartans. He just killed. He did what he was told and completed every mission.
But never has he ever had to fight any big battles like this. With three other Spartans at his sides and a Spartan sniper covering them, he felt invincible. He fired a burst from his assault rifle into a grunt, then turned to a brute and emptied the rest of the clip into his exposed belly which seemed to just absorb the bullet. The brute howled and swung its gravity hammer down at his head. Mark dodged it and shot his pistol at its head. The eight round was empty when the brute finally died.
He reloaded both guns and kept firing. At the oncoming army. He saw a wraith begin firing at its own side and realized that those were Spartans in it. Mark shot an entire mag into a trio of grunts that fell dead with a few gurgles. Weaklings, He thought as he moved on. He saw another Spartan locked in combat with five brutes that were moving in her. Rilanna. Her full CQB armor was unmistakable with its navy blue coloring and brick red lining. She took down one brute but another grabbed her arm. He drew his knife and charged. He jumped on its back and stabbed his knife into the back of its neck several times until it died.
The other three brutes stared at them and growled. The Spartans charged the trio with their knives and tackled them head on. Mark took two down and stabbed the knife into one's throat and twisted it. Dead. The other threw him off before he could pull his knife out. It charged him without a weapon which was still very intimidating, but he was a Spartan. He brought up his legs and kicked the brute in the chest forcing it back a few feet.
Mark stood and clenched his fist. "Bring it on, bitch!" The brute snarled in defiance and the two charged. When they clashed, it was a strait up brawl with the brute having the upper hand. The brute was on top of him trying to smash his skull, but Mark was still an equal match for it. Not only was he blocking punches, but he threw a lot and landed most. The brute eventually got his arms pinned and its mouth was only inches from his grenadier helmet. Saliva dripped from its mouth as it opened. It leaned forward then stopped saliva still dripped, but purple blood soon followed.
The brute fell over and Mark saw Rilanna standing over him with her combat knife in hand. She was covered in several different colors of blood making her look like a gothic rainbow threw up on her. Sexy! She offered him a hand and he grabbed it, she pulled him up. He found his rifle and reloaded it. She picked up her fallen shotgun and pumped it. They looked at each other and nodded. They charged the enemy and fired at everything in sight a sniper fired around at him but Anders quickly put him down. An elite turned to the Spartans and powered on its energy sword. Mark fired at the creature that stood before him until he clacked empty then drew his sidearm and fired. The elite was almost on him when a sniper shot rang out through the canyon and its head exploded and blood splashed on his gold visor.
"Shit, really?" He wiped the blue blood and brain material away with his armored gauntlet. He reloaded and started sprinting to Rilanna who was fighting off a hunter pair and an elite. The elite died quickly but the hunters were a different matter.
He tossed a plasma grenade on the back of one of the hunters who wasn't facing him and it detonated blowing off the armored shield he had there. He fired at it until the thing dropped dead. The other knocked Rilanna down and aimed its fuel rod gun at her.
"NOOOO!" Mark dove in front of the black and was absorbed in heat. Shit!
Rilanna
S-199
19:41
She watched him get hit and practically disintegrate. That was her boyfriend. They had just started going out less then a month ago. It was nothing major seeing as though they couldn't do much with being at a military base. But she still had deep feelings for him. The hunter looked as confused as she was. She used this to her advantage she primed a frag and threw it at the hunter. It detonated behind him, sending him falling forward. It tried to get up but she unloaded a round from her shotgun in its head.
She started looking for any of the other two Spartans on the ground with her. She blasted a brute in the face and stabbed an elite in the throat. She saw Kyle stomping on and elites head and shooting at grunts who were running around chaotically without a leader. She ran up to him and shot a jackal who tried to sneak up on him.
"Thanks for that." He said looking at the corps.
"Don't mention it." She blew a hole in a brutes belly. "We need to pull back. We've been here long enough. I think the fleet is ready to go."
"We have to hold them off until told not to. Those are our orders." He was always about orders. He tossed a frag behind a phalanx of jackals that were trying to converge on their position. They all went flying when it detonated.
"Its been nearly six hours. I would think they'd be ready." She shot an elite, pumped, and shot its friend. "Plus Mark is dead."
Kyle looked at her and Rilanna dropped her head. She was glad for the helmet so nobody could see the tears.
"Ohh. I'm sorry." He shot a grunt running at them while holding primed plasma grenades. Mark called those little bastards huggers, she thought. "One sec. Kray, Anders. We got to pull back to the base. Mark is KIA, and the fleet is mostly likely ready by now. Over."
"Copy that, Kyle, your probably right." Kray responded. "Team, pull back to the hanger."
"Lets go." Kyle led the way as they sprinted back to the hanger which was almost a mile away now. The covenant army was on their heels and they were still half a mile away. Kyle stopped and took his plasma rifle off his right thigh. "Go, I got this."
He turned towards the enemy and raised the weapon. He pulled the trigger and covenant fell. Rilanna kept running until she reached the base where Kray was waiting for her.
"Where's Anders?" She asked Kray.
"Waking up Zach and Alice, where's Kyle?"
"He stayed behind to hold them off."
"What? Go help Zach and Alice get ready, send Anders to the roof to help Kyle out."
Rilanna ran into the base and went to go find Anders.
Kyle
S-419
20:27
"What you got bitches? What you got?" Kyle screamed at the covenant as he shot them, stabbed them, punched them, kicked them. Any way to kill them, he did it. He now had a fuel rod gun from a fallen grunt and was blasting everything back to hell.
"This is for Mark, mother fuckers!" He fired until the ammo ran out. Then he picked up a plasma turret from a dead brute. He mowed down everything in sight. A purple needle shard from a needle rifle hit him in the left shoulder. "Damn!"
He mowed down a line of three elites, then the shard exploded. "Damn it!" His shoulder armor was gone. His blue visor was cracked. He couldn't take much more.
A sniper cracked in the distance and an elite fell. Three more shots rang out, and four bodies fell. This was a blessing he did not expect.
"Thanks Anders." He got up and fought on with renewed energy.
Anders
S-132
20:46
Anders is left handed sniper due to the fact that he is blind out of his right eye. He was once the worst sniper on his team but was great with an assault rifle. One day while on the field, an elite cut through his helmet with an energy sword and cut his right eye. His iris was burned away, blinding him in that eye. When he recovered he learned to shoot with his left hand. That is how he excelled at sniping. By losing his right eye and learning to use his left.
Now he is the best on his team. That elite hurt him, but helped him even more. Now as he covered Kyle, he remembered how he became this good. Being able to pull off perfect headshots. Being able to take down enemies over two miles away. It was that elite. It made him to be this good. Sniping its brethren at this distance was a walk in the park. It was one of the easiest things he's done. Its kind of funny.
He pulled the trigger and blew the head off an elite with extreme ease. Three more shots, and four bodies fell. One bullet went strait through an elite and hit a skirmisher who was rarely seen on the ground, but hopping along the walls of the canyon. He killed so many he thought the race would go extinct.
"Thanks Anders."
"Its what I live for, Kyle."
He released a magazine into a hunters tentacle- like neck, killing him.
"Don't make this to easy for me. I want a challenge." He reloaded, and did the same to the hunters twin. Reloaded, four kills. Reloaded, four kills. Reloaded, four kills. He was just going through the motion. Anders wondered if they even knew he was there. He killed six more elites and two grunts with four shots.
"How we doing' boss?" Anders asked Kray.
"Two more minutes at most." He responded. Excellent! He fired two more mag's then was out. He didn't even notice he was running low. He looked around for anything useful. A turret was set up on the wall just calling out to him to use it. He would accept the call. He sprinted to the chain gun and fired as soon as he had a visual on the enemy. He started mowing them down. He fired until it overheated.
"Anders, we're ready. Lets go." Kray's voice came through the headset built into his Scout helmet. Anders ran down the steps and down the hall to the hanger.
"Lets go get Kyle." Anders said and sat down.
"Lets."
Kray
V-766
21:01
The two female Spartans had set a turret up in the back of the pelican drop ship to assist in covering Kyle when they went and retrieved him. That's what Kray was manning. As they flew over to him He got ready, and as soon as they came into view, he opened fire. They started descending. Covenant were falling. Kyle ran for the drop ship and clambered in with the help of Anders. He sat down buckled up. Kray kept firing until they were out of sight.
He closed the hatch before he sat done in front of Alice.
"List Mark as MIA on the SPARTAN-III data list." He ordered her.
"MIA?" Alice asked.
"Yes."
"Why MIA, sir?" Anders asked.
"Because, Spartans don't die."