Percy's POV

"Get down!" I shout, throwing myself down on the floor. Then others do the same a few seconds later, but one young marine in the back was frozen in place. His dark brown eyes widen as he was fixed on the Hunters cannon as it charges up and a green blob forms in front of it.

Bianca slams into him at the last second just as twin plasma bolts whizzle over their heads and burns through the wall behind them and leaves a gaping hole there.

The Lance Corporal growls angrily as the Hunters prepare to fire again. She scoops up a plasma rifle from the ground and fires at one of the behemoths. Even the superheated plasma bolts doesn't even scratch their quarter meter thick armor.

It lets a guttural roar and his gun trails after her, taking aim. She continue to scream madly and fires until her weapon overheats. Despite the stupidity of her actions, I can't help but grin a little. The Corporal had guts.

Alien number 2 Charges forward and simply smashes through the glass walls and roars out, spreading his arms in a wide gesture. "Weapons free!" I shout, firing my gun at full auto. My fireteam quickly joins in, then marines lag for a moment but quickly lay down extra fire.

Still at that moment then Mgalekgolo lowers its shield arms and advances again despite the hail of gunfire. Then only that forces it back is Andrew. He ignites his flamethrower and moves forward, sending gouts of flame to the hulking alien. A high pitched hissing sound comes from it as the Hunter pulls its arms back, several of the worms there falling out, still burning as they wiggle on the ground and die.

The heavy weapons spartan presses his advantage and begins to step forward, waving his flamethrower around to expose it to fire from the rest of the marines. Meanwhile Bianca dodges some more plasma fire from the hunter, but can't seem to do any damage to it.

She leaps on the front desk and firs as the hunter charges. Bianca launches herself up but doesn't manage to completely make the jump and brushes against the aliens side, sending her stumbling to the tiled floor.

"Come on she needs help." I stride forward and take aim at then alien, switching from my assault weapon to its grenade launcher function. Sam sprints ahead of me, taking potshots at the hunter with her shotgun. She leaps and launches herself from fallen furniture and then walls before doing a somersault and landing right behind her enemy.

Before it can swivel around and crush her with its massive shield, Sev blows another round into its unprotected behind. The Hunter recoils, stumbling a step and disorients it long enough for me to begin firing at its side.

My high explosive rounds, easily blow through its armor and sends worms and orange blood blossoming everywhere.

It stumbles and crashes heavily a foot away from the corporeal. A second later a second crash causes us to turn around. The second Hunter was destroyed as well, burnt and riddled with bullet holes.

The young private who Bianca saved was still on the ground, staring at the us in awe. For the first time I noticed how much he looked like the Lance Corporal. He looked younger, maybe a year or so. Was he Bianca's brother? She kneels down to him and shakes him by the shoulder. "Nico, nico. Are you alright?"

The soldier regains his bearings and nods. Bianca pulls him into a tight hug and I saw her blinking tears away.

"Well I guess that's how you kill it." Nathan nudges the alien with his boot. "Now what do we do?"

I look at the marines who were looking at us, waiting for orders. "We're going to finish our mission. Marines are you with us?"

One of the soldiers approaches me and checks his Needlers clip. "What do we need to do? You said that this city was going to be a crater. What did you mean by that?"

"My team's mission was to destroy the city in order to deny the Covenant a vital supply post to give us a chance to fight back."

Bianca stands up and helps Nico to his feet. "Well count us in." She gestures around. "These things took our home from us and I'm gonna make sure they don't keep it."

Her other marines share the same determined glares and pull their weapons close to their chest. I shake my head slightly, disgusted at how this war was forcing children to turn into soldiers. Where we any different? Yes we were, some of us were trained since we were children.

"Ya, but how do we get up there? After our last mishap I wouldn't be surprised if half the Covenant was looking for us down here." Persephone reloads her rifle and scans outside for any more enemies."

"What if we traveled by air?" Nathan suggests. "I doubt anyone would raise an eyebrow if they saw one more dropship in the skies."

"I might be able to fly one if we do get one." Andrew offers. "But that's the real problem. Getting one."

I walk around and look at the Covenant bodies. "These guys seemed pretty eager to kill us." I note, stepping into the bodies.

"Ya so?" Sam growls, shrugging it off as a minor annoyance. "What the hell will that do to help us?"

"What if we can convince them to attack again? Like maybe we set up a tempting target and get some Covies to move on us. Maybe send a dropship against us?"

"Ya." Persephone brightens, snapping her fingers. "Ya that could work. But how do we do that?"

"This is absolutely nuts." Sam mutters, running her hand across her sweat soaked hair. Suddenly grinning, she picks up her shotgun. "I love it. Is this your idea of a date or something?"

"Don't flatter yourself." She sticks her tongue out and slides her helmet over her head. I shake my head in amusement and looks through my scopes.

A large patrol of Covenant troops marching through the main street. In this group included a Shadow, a Covenant equivalent of a transport truck and a Wraith tank whose plasma mortar oddly fires upwards instead of straight so I'd have to keep my eyes open for that.

Around them are about fifteen assorted aliens acting as their escort. "Everyone in position?"

Seven green acknowledgment lights wink off all around the streets and rubble. I hold up my hand and show Same my three fingers counting down. She nods and throws me a plasma grenade.

On three the I leap off our ledge. I lands on the ball of my feet right on top of tank. The gunner gasps in surprise, but above me a sizzling ball of energy burns into the tank and then resulting EMP leaves him trying to fire. I grin and slide down to the tank's hatch just as Sam joins me and throws the Unggoy out of the gunners seat.

Then foot soldiers were too shocked to respond immediately and this was only compounded just as the rest of the team moves forward, pouring fire into their group.

I press the little red button on the grenade and lift the hatch. At this point the pilot was just about to raise his plasma rifle at me when I grab him by the scruff of his neck and pull him out before he could fire.

The blue armored Elite rolls off the tank followed by an armed plasma grenade. I slide back inside and close the hatch above me. Just as I lock it I feel the Wraith shuddering to one side.

The Shadows turret had swiveled and is spraying plasma fire down at us. "Sam I need so cover fire!" I shout, pressing random buttons to get this damn mortar working.

My team was too busy in dealing with the infantry, though at least it seems that they've gained the upperhand. The Spartans advanced forward to get in close with their short range weapons while the marines remained to take cover in the rubble to snipe at the Covenant.

Sam nods and thumbs the firing studs of her gun. A seemingly endless stream of superheated plasma bolts bursts out from the plasma turret, searing the flesh off a pair of Jackals who tried to assist the gunner by adding their own small arms to then arsenal. Now then two were tumbling off the edge as half burnt corpses.

The transports gunner momentarily stops his attack to avoid suffering the same fate as his soldiers and takes cover. In that time I slam my finger down a glowing symbol. From one of then mounted cameras I see the top of my tank beginning to open up to let the plasma mortar slide out.

A grin forms on my face as I watch the targeting crosshair line up with the shadow and turn red. Hitting the button again a huge blob sizzles out of the mortar and burns right through the Shadow.

My tank must have been too close because as the explosion happens my tank was blown back a few feet and slams into a wall behind me. I buck upwards, feeling as if I was kicked by a wild horse.

Then Transport was clearly unusable but I fire two extra shots just for good measure. At this time then rest of the Covenant was driven back save for a handful of warriors. "Let one of them live." I order them. "We need him to call for help."

Among the survivors was the commanding officer, a heavily armored Elite in a white combat harness crouches down behind some rubble and tries to return fire with his rifle.

He was screaming something in his native language to a radio, something like Spartans. Tanks. Ambush. Kill kill kill. A heartbeat after he finishes his message, a sniper round finds itself in his skull and slumps his body to the dirt.

"Everyone ok?" I ask, pushing the hatch open and climbing out to survey the battlefield.

"No thanks to you're driving that is." One of the marines replies as he narrowly avoided getting run over when my tank was thrown back.

"Well lets just hope this was all worth it." Bianca says as her plasma rifle opens up to vent excess heat. "I guess all we have to do is wait." She adds, pushing a corpse of a Grunt off before wiping blood of the dirt mound and sitting down.

We didn't have to wait long as within a few minutes a single U-shaped dropship appears from the cityscape and speeds towards us. I climb back into the hatch and fire. Two mortars sail over the enemy gunship and were clean misses.

They weren't intended to hit, just get its attention away from the others. It seems to work as the Spirit's main weapon, a large plasma turret mounted on its undercarriage fixes itself in a firing position directly at us.

Sam's gun flares above me, scything through the air as a deadly stream of plasma connects with the dropship. Most people would have been burned right through, but a heavily armored gunship was a completely different story as its own weapon returns toe volley to much deadlier effect. When I reach down to the controls, sparks begin to fly before I could reach it.

More parts of the Wraith begin to malfunction as we're showered by plasma. "Sam are you alright?" I shout, noticing that she's stopped firing.

"I'm being shot at by a fucking alien dropship how do you think I'm doing?" She snarls, taking cover behind the turret.

A small explosion blows several plates off and the tanks. The tank drops like a stone to the ground. They must have hit something important. I pound my fist against the hatch. "Sam let's get out of this thing."

Immediately after pulling my upper body out I'm beset by plasma fire. My shields drain to only a quarter and alarms begin to ring around my helmet. I burst into a sprint and dive role to Bianca's position.

At this point the dropship had ground to a halt and was now just hovering in place. Its side doors open and Covenant begin to pour out. Grunts, Jackals and Elites drop to the ground and immediately advance to battle.

"Take them out Nathan!" I shout, firing my rifle at an Elite leading the charge. Suddenly sniper rounds begin to get poured into then disembarking troops, taking an Elite, a Grunt and two Jackals.

A quick breeze rushes past me and heads to the Spirit. A vague outline of a human dodges plasma fire and Covenant soldiers.

Persephone changes her direction slightly, sending her fist into his stomach and causing him to flop on the ground. She didn't even slow down as she approached her target. She leaps into the air, her hands finding a grip onto the ship's doors just as it begins to slide upwards.

"Come on sis, get in." I mutter silently. She grunts from then strain and pulls herself upwards and manages to slip inside just as it shuts. Now I start to pray quietly for Persephone's safety, meanwhile taking on those Covenant that managed to land.

Eventually we manage to drive them back to a small circle. The ragged survivors prepare for a final defense when their own Spirit turns and fires at them. None of them were expecting an attack from behind and three were killed before the others could react.

They either try to return fire or run but don't get very far. "Anyone call for a lift?" Persephone's voice rings through my radio. By the sound of it she was clearly pleased with herself.

"Don't expect a tip though." Andrew replies. "Now let's get a move on?"

The rest of us quickly climb aboard and array ourselves in the troop bay. There were seat available for the occupants to use, but looking at their awkward shapes it was probably meant for the Covenant troops rather than human spines.

We opt to stand except for my sister whose shifting uncomfortably in her pilot's chair. "Damn these things hurt." She grunts as Andrew moves behind her to help with the controls.

From the cameras I see a pair of Covenant fighters trailing after us. They seemed intent on following us but at least they weren't attacking. Yet.

His jaw tightens as a faint red lit repeatedly blinks followed by some unintelligible chatter on the mike. "Their commanders are asking for a report on disposing of the demons. I'm sending them a reply saying we have successfully defeated the enemy and have captured some supplies for transport."

"So we're relying on you speaking perfect alien to keep us alive. Just perfect." Sam mutters, trying to lighten the mood. It got a few chuckles from the marines. The mike suddenly goes silent as the ships continue to escort.

The Banshees continue to shadow and it seemed like Andrew's bluff had failed, but finally a low voice growls in acknowledgment and the fighters break off. I didn't realize I was holding my breath and suck in some air.

I feel a hand on my shoulder as Bianca offers me a reassuring smile. I nod gratefully and relax my shoulders. Nathan winks and smirks.

No one bothers us after as we fly up to the tower. Four Covenant Cruisers drifted down from the clouds. They were in a dense formation that kept them closely packed together and made it seem like they were just one giant structure. Their shadow blackens the sky above us.

The Spirit enters the towers main hanger which at one point must have been a commercial parking lot for the office buildings employees but was now a supply depot for Covenant troops.

Grunts and Brutes would be unloading supplies as Jackals would be patrolling as sentries around the perimeter. Several of them already begin to line up on either of the decks as Persephone disables the ship's gravity system in order to allow them to begin unloading the supplies.

Me, the marines and Spartans all line each opening, guns ready as the doors open up.

We all open fire.

Six grunts were blown off their feet while the rest scramble away, pushing past the Jackals who were just beginning to take aim. Me and a pair of the marines take aim at the Jackals, spraying them with explosive needles and armor piercing rounds.

We manage to drop a few before the rest were able to snap their gauntlets up and raise their shields. A Brute roars and charges me, it bellowed incoherently as he moves on all fours.

I switch to my grenade launcher and pump another round that blows a good chunk of its torso and its corpse continues to slide towards me. Before we could advance any further though, dozens of needle thin lances of energy pepper us.

Sam hisses as she looks at a plasma burn left in her arm. Her shields were down which left the beam rifle able to graze her the side of her arm. Then wound was instantly cauterized which meant that at least she wouldn't be bleeding out.

Any remaining Covenant think this as a retreat and press their attack. Jackals and Grunts pick up guns and rain down plasma on us while Brutes charge forward unarmed and bash against then ship with their powerful blows. Persephone uses then ships weapons to citm down any surviving aliens before powering down its engines.

"Is everyone else alright!" I asks, looking around at everyone. Nobody appeared to be seriously injured and got away pretty well. At the very least everyone was still on their feet.

"We're all fine sir." Bianca reports. "Just a couple scratches."

"Same for us." Sam says, wincing slightly as Nathan filled her up with biofoam. She pulls the armor on her forearms back on and stands up, holding her shotgun. I can fight. Honest."

I nod, satisfied at this assessment. "Alright then. Bianca, I hope you and your men mind staying here to guard the ship?"

She salutes and feigns hurt. "Oh that will be a struggle sir, but I think me and my men can manage to keep ourselves entertained until then."

"Do you got the nuke?" I ask Andrew. He nods and throws it to me, turning the safety of his flamethrower.

Her soldiers take position back inside the dropship and locks the doors. I nod to then others and we begin sprinting down to a hallway. A Brute response force was sent out to investigate what was wrong and ran right into us.

Andrew shoves us behind him, spike rounds easily bounce of the extra plates on his armor. He brings his arms up and ignites the flames from his gun that spews columns of flames at them. The Aliens bellow in shock and stumble away. We add our own weapons to the mix and put the rest of them down.

Normally infiltrating the heart of the Covenant base would have been suicide. But what gave us the edge was two advantages. One was that the Covenant was slow to adapt to a situation and hadn't really done much to prepare for us aside from an occasional extra patrol.

The second was that we were Spartans.

"Where are we supposed to plant this thing?" I question, hefting the bomb.

"There should be a backup generator downstairs in case the power goes out." Persephone suggests.

"That seems like a good place to start." Sam agrees. "Maybe we can find a service elevator to use or something?"

I nod. "Ya. There might be a map in the front desk." We move down then fall, taking out the handful of guards posted there and heads to a front desk that used to be used a receptionist. Behind all the files stapled to the whiteboard was a map of the building.

I place my hand on the you are here symbol and trace it down to an elevator that leads to the generator at the basement. Nathan sets his sniper down and pulls out some of his survey gear. He snaps some pictures of the map and gives us the thumbs up. "It says that there an elevator at the end of the hallway down the left that could take us down."

"Lets move." I vault over the desk.

At the end of the hallway were another group of Covenant soldiers. A trio of Jackals and an Elite. Sam sprints ahead, springboarding against the wall and chucks a grenade at a group.

A plume of smoke goes off as bits of blood and flesh spray against walls. The Elite warts several times and charges at us, firing his weapon repeatedly. Plasma splashes on my armor as some is places on my shoulder and bucks twice.

Two sniper rounds embed themselves in the Elites chest and drop him to the ground once again.

Just at that moment the elevator door dings and slides open to reveal a pair of Grunts carrying boxes of bolts. The squeak in surprise and drop the boxes.

One of the little gas sucking alien quickly tries to shut the door while the other pulls out his needle gun and fires at us. Persephone drops to her belly and squeezes a few bursts that take the diminutive aliens out.

Andrew stops the door just as it was about close and holds it open for us. "Going down." He hits the door and taps the basement level button. The doors shut behind us and crappy elevator music plays softly from the speaker.

I remove adjust the speakers of my helmet to take that damn music out as we descend to the basement. Finally the bell dings as we reach the generator room. We all quickly fan out and sweep the room with our weapons, looking for any guards stationed there.

Oddly enough it seemed like there were no guards present, or any clues of a shift change. "Is it clear on your sides?"

"Clear." Came everyone's reply. We regroup in the center of the room.

"Does it seem odd that there are no guards in the generator?" Andrew keeps his back pressed against the wall and darts his head around as he seems to be expecting some sort of surprise attack.

Sam for her part just patrols then length of the room and lifts her helmet to spit on the ground. "Maybe they're just so arrogant that they think we would never get close enough to reach the generator."

Nathan glares at her through his helmet. "Even the Covenant aren't so arrogant as to leave the most important of their facility unguarded. Something doesn't feel right."

"Or this could just be a golden opportunity and we're wasting our time debating on it." Sam argues. She turns to me expectantly. "What do you think boss?"

"I look at Persephone who shakes her head, Andrew who seems neutral and Sam who nods encouragingly.

Looking at both of them I quickly think of an idea. "I see what both of you are saying, but we need to finish the mission. If it is a trap, then we will be ready. I say we keep going."

The sniper seems suck his lips in disappointment, but Nathan isn't one to be a sore loser and takes up position behind us as Andrew kneels down and begins to arm the bomb on the generator.

The generator was a huge cylinder that reaches up to the roof made of beeping metal panels and buttons that ran along its diameter. At then upper part was a glass tube was tinted light blue and had electricity coursing through it.

We all take up position behind him.

A nagging feeling in my gut told me that something wasn't right. It wasn't like the Covenant to leave this place unguarded, especially after knowing there were Spartans present. Then I see something wrong.

There was a slight breeze that moves past me and I glance around. There was a slight shimmer of air moving past me and approaches Andrew. I frown slightly and lift my gun up at it, taking aim at the air.

Suddenly I felt my air knocked from me and I felt myself thrown across the room. I slam against a bulkhead and feel pain searing across my body. I feel my vision get blurry but I manage to see the shimmer change into the form of a hulking Elite. Then other Spartans quickly turn around and jump in surprise just as more Elites uncloak and attack.

One charges forward and crashes right into Nathan as he aims and guns down a would be assassin. He loses his balance and hits the ground as the Elite keeps going.

Then first warrior grabs Andrew by the back of his head just as he was about to turn around and slams his head against the generator. There was a loud snap as his body tumbles to the floor. For a horrible second it seemed like he was dead, but I notice his chest moving upwards as he inhales.

Sam looks around, pointing her shotgun around as she looks for her opponent. She fires madly into the air as she tries to find her opponent until another form slams his plasma rifle into her wounded arm and leaves her screaming in pain.

With only Persephone left, she quickly disappears and activates her camouflage. A Stealth Elite approaches the bomb and begins to pry it off the generator. His fingers barely wrap around it before his jaw goes slack and blood begins to drop from his mouth.

He looks down at his chest were a sharp piece of metal was sticking out of his lung. Persephone briefly reappears and yanks her knife out. She drops to one knee and fires her rifle in seemingly thin air, but sparks fly as an Elite appears, snarling in anger as his active camo disappears.

She drops him with an extra burst from her gun.

I pull myself from the ground and hisses in pain as I rub my head. It was still swimming and left me dazed. I pick up my rifle and take aim, switching to my grenade launcher. "No wait!" Nathan gasps, pulling himself to a sitting position. "One wrong shot and you'll end this fight for all of us."

Pulling my grenade launching back I switch it for then guns normal rounds and heads to their side. Before I reach them something slams into my side and sends me sprawling to the floor. Another Elite appears, his four mandibles split into a grin as he pulls out a piece of metal from his belt and holds it up. This one was wearing golden armor which was reserved only for the Covenants highest officers.

Suddenly a bright blade bursts out from it which he raises towards my chest. But before he could bring it down a flurry of gunfire forces him on the defensive. He raises his sword in front of his face protectively and gestures the remaining Elites forward.

I slam my fist to the ground and my bubble shield forms around me just as a barrage of plasma comes my way. The shield shudders and begins to change from blue to yellow. "Get behind me!"

The other two move inside my shield and look around, nothing the direction of the plasma fire.

Its coming from six directions. That means at least six shooters. "Alright everyone take your pick, I'll drop the shield and you guys shoot."

The two of them nod and take aim just as another blade from behind takes out one of the attackers. Sam screams as she shoves her opponent to the ground. Her her arm was twisted in an odd angle which clearly looks like she broke it. In her injured hand was her shotgun, smoke was still streaming out of its barrell.

Behind her Andrew had started to get to his feet, shaking off his dizziness and readying his flamethrower. "No. Arm then nuke!" I shout to them and deactivate my shield.

The three of us quickly open fire, using our armors personal shields to protect us as we gun down the enemy Elites. Andrew kneels down and begins to rearm the nuke. Sam stands behind him and pulls out her knives from her boots.

Klaxons starts to sound inside my armor as my shields deplete to critical levels. I fire at what appears to be thin as I sprint and throw myself behind cover. Cursing silently I place a fresh clip in and wait for my shields to recharge. Then few seconds of beeping that rignify the recharge were some of the longest of my life.

But now fully charge I leap out and fire at the distortion of light. The Elite materializes in front of me and growls. He taos his wirstpad and his body flickers several times beforenhe finally gives up and charges. Firing his needler, the alien throws his head back and snarls.

I courch down and fill his mouth with bullets which exit throughn he back of his head. The warrior looks at me harefully, spitting out bits of teeth. He takes a step forward before his legs shake and buckle and he drops to the ground dead. A few crystaline needles were stuck into my armor. A second later they shatter, draining my shields by about a fifth.

Both Persephone and Nathan dealt with their enemies. Now all that's left was then Zealot. I pivot my rifle and check its ammo counter. 30 rounds. That will do for now. I move around the generator room, advancing cautiously as I look for the enemy commander.

Movement above me causes me to drop to the ground and fire, targeting the largest mass of body I could see. His shields flare as thirty armor piercing rounds hit his energy shielding. Then Zealot leaps down from his hiding place with his energy sword raised.

I roll aside to avoid getting my head skewered and instead it strikes my shoulder plate, dropping my shields and searing then metal. I don't have time to reload my rifle and just pull out my M6 and fire at the Zealots head.

Bullets ping off his helmet but he ignores it and gives me a vicious backhand. Sharp pain sears through my cheek as some of my teeth were actually knocked loose. This was followed out by a vicious stomp on the stomach and left me wheezing for air.

My vision begins to go blurry and I feel unconsciousness beginning to creep at the side of my vision. I only barely manage to dodge his next two swings but not his foot planting on my neck and slowly ebbing away at my strength.

"Done!" Andrew shouts followed by the sound of shouting and gunfire.

The alien commander looks more annoyed than anything else. He spins around with his blade ready. Then his black eyes widen as he comes face to face with the business end of Andrews flamethrower.

With my last remaining strength I roll to the side away from its range as a cloumn of fire gouts out and engulfs the elite. At this range there was no hope for him. In his metal armor the elite was literally cooking alive. Desperation claws at then alien as he thrashes around, his heavy body slamming against the wall. He claws off his armor, revealing dark flesh that rapidly chips away and leaves on muscle and bone.

Nathan rushes past me and stands guard for anymore enemies while Persephone hoists me to my feet. "Are you ok?"

My vision was swimming and I felt a painful throb in my head, but I'd be damned if I couldn't recognize the voice of my own sister. I manage a weak nod as she pulls my into a tight hug. "Good, now lets get the fuck out of here."

Leaning on her for support, then five of us sprint back the way we came. A few Covenant were waiting for us there, but we quickly overpower the handful of Grunts and Jackals stationed to guard there and take the elevator back to the hanger.

Biana was already waiting for us and opens the door. One of the marines helps us onboard as she fires up the ship.

No POV

Tos 'Rofumee growls softly as he adjusts his survey gear and focuses his helmet mounted cameras to the hangar deck of the tower.

For weeks it had used as a resupply station for passing ships after it had been taken from the humans along with the rest of the city. But only now was he beginning to hear reports of human incursions within.

A Spirit dropship emerges from the hanger and flies up into the skies.

He trails the dropship leaving the hangar with his beam rifle. His equipment begins to gather information on it and transmit it to his HUD.

Including the pilot, there are nine heart rates inside. Four were rather unremarkable human ones. They moved a bit faster than normal, but it wasn't anything truly unusual. The remaining five were the ones which got his attention. They were strong, very strong, almost comparable to the ones of his own race.

Tos presses his mandibles together in anger. Demons. The infamous human warriors who were allegedly responsible for the deaths of hundreds of his brothers.

He peers into his scope, resisting the urge to fire upon the stolen dropship

But he knew that even his powerful sniper would do little against the ships thick hull aside from giving away his position and compromised his mission. He was here to observe the humans and learn, not to fight.

All he could do now is hope that the humans did not find whatever they were after.

Turning away from the humans he reaches for his portable computer. He powers the machine up and pulls a cord from the back of its hard drive. Tos plugs it into his helmet and begins to upload the feed to it.

"Do you see this commander?" He says quietly over his radio and watches the ship disappear among the clouds.

"Indeed warrior. How many were there?"

Tos mentally replays the events that just occurred before giving his answer. "Four normal human soldiers and five demons."

There was a throaty growl from the other end of the line. "I see. Return to the ship so we may report this to the Prophet."

The Special Operations Elite hesitates for a moment. Perhaps if he moved quickly he could intercept them and stop them. "What of the humans?"

"Leave them alone for now warrior." His officers commands insistently. Though it seemed to be fueled more by concern rather than a low opinion of his warrior. "You are not in a position to fight them. Now return to the ship. I have task which I need your assistance in."

"As you command commander." Tos replies, trying and failing to hide his disappointment. But he was not about to disobey his superior if he had another mission, and especially not when what he said was true. He admits to himself grudgingly.

He taps his gauntlet and activates his active camouflage before silently climbing aboard his banshee and becoming nothing more than air in the sky.