They were running, running from the Covenant that is. Their destination? As far away from the Covenant as possible. Who they were? Two Marines under their Twenties and they probably wouldn't make it into their Twenties, a depressing thought to be sure.
"This way!" The first Marine, a Lance Corporal said. His Companion, a female Private, gave a nod of affirmation. And so they moved down the street the Lance Corporal was pointing at
"Cover!" The Lance Corporal whispered as he heard a Phantom overhead. They took cover in a Bombed out building. It was a pub, once, going by the remains off a Billard table, Liquor and Tobacco lying around everywhere. The sound of the Phantoms' engines faded away and with it the silence. The Private let out a breath "That was close!" She said.
"Yeah, too fucking close." the Lance Corporal replied. The Lance Corporal looked around the remnants of the pub he spotted something and walked over to it he picked it up "Welcome to Nicks' Tavern, Private." "Nick's still here." She said while pointing at something on the floor "I guess the Tavern has free Refills then." "I guess so."
They were just about to Plunder the Tavern when their Radios went off "This is the UNSC In The Ashes. The Covies have started Glassing the planet. Get your Asses back to Rally point Zulu we'll be out of System in Too Zeeroo Mikes! Out!"
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THESE FUCKING NAVY CUNTS CAN'T DO SHIT! ALWAYS PULLING THEIR DICKS BACK IF IT GETS TOO HOT!" "Shut the fuck up! Or do you want to get fucking eaten by the Apes?" the Lance Corporal calmed down "Thought so." "So what are we going to do? We'll be dead within the day?" The Lance Corporal lost all hope.