Well here's the third chapter for anyone whos been reading, I promised action and I think this classes as it. At fatdudes request I've granted him a small cameo role. His names an anagram but it shouldn't be that hard to spot. Anyway thanks for reading so far whoevers out there.

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The Last Battle

Gun Station Razor

There was a sudden hiss as the latches fixing the pod in its bay detached, following that the pod lurched downwards as the thrusters on top fired. The pod dropped from the bay like a rocket. Jack calmly opened his eyes and looked out the small window, he could see all along the ship pods were launching, he then looked down and saw the previously UNSC controlled Mac Gun below. A beeping started in the pod; Jack readied himself for landing, in his mind he sounded of the seconds.

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The bottom of the pod swung open and Jack found himself slowly falling through it, he floated down towards the Station below him, looking around he saw other ODST's from his Platoon around him. Jack turned his attention to the Station as he had suddenly become aware of the blaring sound of gunfire. A large group of Brutes had taken up defensive positions around the main airlock, volleys of needles and bullets from what used to be their own 50 cal. Machine guns flew past him. All around Jack he saw men and women shudder with the impact of the gunfire and glide lifelessly away through space. Jack pulled his battle rifle from his shoulder and clicked an ammo cartridge into place, he then drew back the loader and slammed it forward and felt the click of bullets slipping into the firing chamber. He raised the gun, feeling the stock fit into his shoulder satisfyingly. He lowered his head and aimed down the scope. He let his finger touch the trigger as he adjusted the sight. He pushed down on the trigger.

Moments later the landing had turned into a full scale fire fight. Enough ODST's, along with Jack, had secured a portion of the platform and were moving towards the fortified airlock. Bodies dropped to the ground both Human and Brute alike. Above him Jack saw the 'Themis' pull out of firing range overhead. Someone ran up to Jack and tapped a hand on his shoulder; Jack turned round and found himself face to face with an ODST carrying a Radiopack.

'Where's the CO?' The Radio Op. said sounding exhausted. Jack was about to answer when a volley of bullets slammed into a wall behind them, two more men fell to the ground in a heap. Jack grabbed the shoulder of the Radio Op. and thrust him against the wall beside Jack himself.

'Are you trying to get yourself killed?!' Jack cried over the continual barrage.

'We all will if I don't find the Sergeant!' The man retorted.

'What!' Jack shouted.

'One of the combat frigates, the 'Fudedat', has received permission to make a bombing sweep of the Station; I just received orders that if we're not inside in about five minutes we'll be hit.' The soldier explained. Jack cursed.

'Ok, Jack began, I'll find the Sergeant, you just warn anyone you can find.' The Radio Op. began to move. Jack grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back again.

'What?' The soldier complained.

'Don't get shot!' Jack shouted. The Radio Op. nodded and ran off. Jack leant round the wall he was using as cover; he spotted two Brutes on a raised platform pinning down several soldiers to his left. Taking a deep breath, Jack span out and fired four volleys from his battle rifle, the Brutes fell from the platform, lifeless.

'Good work son!' Jack heard over the intercom in his helmet. He looked round and spotted the Sergeant rallying as many ODST's around him as he could.

'Ok! He shouted, this goes down by minutes, and we don't have many left to get inside there so we attack now! Move out Marines!'

'Covering fire!' Someone called. Small groups of ODST's had taken up firing positions and began to fire at the Brutes blocking the airlock. The Sergeant gave the order and under cover from the barrage led his soldiers in a charge against the barricade, Jack linked up with the group as they moved past him. The Brutes, who had been taking cover, weren't ready for the sudden strike, they hastily stood up and began firing into the groups midst, all around Jack men and women shuddered and fell with the impact of the enemy fire, or collapsed from taking too many wounding shots. But the momentum of the charge carried and they found themselves inches from the Brutes themselves.

Jack raised his rifle and fired, bullets spitting from the barrel and finding their mark in the chest of a nearby Brute, he then vaulted the barricade and slammed the butt of his gun into the face of another, knocking it to the ground, he then fired several volleys into the Brute as it tried to stand. Jack looked round, the barricade had been smashed, and what Brutes remained opened the airlock and retreated inside. The Sergeant issued a common order to all ODST's in range to make their way inside before the 'Fudedat' began its bombing run. Jack followed the Sergeant and the survivors from the 506th and 234th platoons inside. The door hissed shut behind him, Jack flinched as outside the bombing began, and over the intercom the screams started.