TIME:1630
LOCATION:PLANET SURFACE
DATE:2/24/2554
The Chief and Titan landed on the planet with a Longsword, a Scorpion and a
Warthog. "Hey Titan where are you?" "I'm up on the cliff behind you." The
cheif turned and saw titan with his binocs' out looking for signs of the
enemy. " I've spotted two banshee flyers and two tanks sitting at the mouth
of a small cave the drivers are sitting at a table playing some sort of
game." " Well then let's prepare a red carpet for the grunts shall we....."
The chief and titan laid out a spider web of mines and grenades toghether
to keep anything from crawling up the hillside without facing it's doom. "
Roger mines laid, go buzz 'em with the longsword." Titan jumped in and
warmed up the engines while the chief looked at the small cave and noticed
a small cone shape at the top. " Titan hold up a second I think I see a
ballistic missle stored on top." " Roger holding off ." Then the small cone
began to rise and get bigger. It turned from a cone to a cylinder then a
missle turning east towards them." Titan get out of the longsword and ready
the ABM." " On the way." The ABM had two WS-67 block XIV pods and one SAM.
The SAM's explosive created a cone of destruction to destroy anything in
it's path with shrapnel while the -67's just slammed into the object and
detonated. " Grupper guidance system online and tracking the ballistic
inbound." I sure hope this works, thought the chief.
" Sir we are monitoring the activity below and the covenant fired a ballistic missle at the chiefs position and all he has is his ABM." " Very well, we will have to watch and see if the prototype will do the job."
In a deep underground laboratory on a distant planet the UNSC scientists were almost done recreating their own plasma torpedo weapon that overpowered the covenants own weapons they were based on.
" Chief the inbound is in range, firing pod 1." With that the first -67 went out and tracked onto the engine of the ballistic missle. " It's a miss, i repeat a miss. Firing number 2." The second -67 roared off towards the missle. When it was 200 meters out it switched to a radar homing system and started toward the radar cone on the missle. It hit the cone detonated and destroyed the missle into thousands of shreds of falling molten chunks, which rained down on the approaching ground infantry. Many of the grunt's methane tanks were peirced and they died of asphyxiation instantly. Others exploded into little blue chunks. The elites in the back were unharmed, but still slightly demoraled. " Chief we have multiple inbound ground forces." Get the MLRS on the Mod-Hog ( Modified warthog ) fired up and ready to fire." "The coordinates are 2.45 and 4.55." Titan dialed these in and the 12 pod turret swung in the direction of the incoming forces, which happened to be in a dry lake bed roughly the size of a three football fields. " Target coordinates locked, awaiting fire command." " Fire!" Fwoosh, Fwoosh one by one the missles flew until all twelve were on the way. Each one of the missles has 32 submunitions that when the missle is approx. 100 ft. above the target zone the skin breaks away letting the munitions fall scattering, desinegrating practically everything in the area. The ground commander was looking up at the hilltop at nearly the same time as the missles left their pods and streaked in an upwards trajectory. He shouted to his subordinate sound the alarm but, alas the poor fellow had no time and they munitions slammed around him.
"Well they killed the ballistic and a large ground force, let's see what he has in store for the deactivation."
" Sir we are monitoring the activity below and the covenant fired a ballistic missle at the chiefs position and all he has is his ABM." " Very well, we will have to watch and see if the prototype will do the job."
In a deep underground laboratory on a distant planet the UNSC scientists were almost done recreating their own plasma torpedo weapon that overpowered the covenants own weapons they were based on.
" Chief the inbound is in range, firing pod 1." With that the first -67 went out and tracked onto the engine of the ballistic missle. " It's a miss, i repeat a miss. Firing number 2." The second -67 roared off towards the missle. When it was 200 meters out it switched to a radar homing system and started toward the radar cone on the missle. It hit the cone detonated and destroyed the missle into thousands of shreds of falling molten chunks, which rained down on the approaching ground infantry. Many of the grunt's methane tanks were peirced and they died of asphyxiation instantly. Others exploded into little blue chunks. The elites in the back were unharmed, but still slightly demoraled. " Chief we have multiple inbound ground forces." Get the MLRS on the Mod-Hog ( Modified warthog ) fired up and ready to fire." "The coordinates are 2.45 and 4.55." Titan dialed these in and the 12 pod turret swung in the direction of the incoming forces, which happened to be in a dry lake bed roughly the size of a three football fields. " Target coordinates locked, awaiting fire command." " Fire!" Fwoosh, Fwoosh one by one the missles flew until all twelve were on the way. Each one of the missles has 32 submunitions that when the missle is approx. 100 ft. above the target zone the skin breaks away letting the munitions fall scattering, desinegrating practically everything in the area. The ground commander was looking up at the hilltop at nearly the same time as the missles left their pods and streaked in an upwards trajectory. He shouted to his subordinate sound the alarm but, alas the poor fellow had no time and they munitions slammed around him.
"Well they killed the ballistic and a large ground force, let's see what he has in store for the deactivation."