Chapter three:
M.c the saviour:
V-19 had failed to reach Washington. M.c had flown over to protect the overwhelmed group of marines there. "Sir seven cov dropships are inbound head over to coordinates 22/4/75." "On my way." M.c at that second had walked away from a deciphered ghost. Burning furiously the blaze scarring his suit. "Cortana upload the coordinates into my tracking system." "O.k." His suit bleeped. Cortana guided his jetpack to the location. All M.c could see was blazing fires burning battlefields and marines proceeding in Warthog's. M.c caught his eye on the 7th dropship. It was loaded with 4 brutes. M.c activated a plasma grenade. He lunged it straight into the passenger section. One Brute jumped out to a rather long and painful death... The back exploded in a gigantic roar blowing off the passenger section sending tons of mangled Brutes flying across the battlefield. "One's down major." "Nice" he replied. The cockpit of the dropship tipped down to a force of spec-op Grunts and Jackals. "Shit!!!" A grunt fled, only to be hurled to the ground by the huge bulk of the dropship. The force was annihilated only blue and purple corpses flattened across the gravel. Blood sprayed up the street. "Sir where losing ARRAGH!!" the COM link broke away. M.c pelted forwards. He got there a marine force was retreating behind a rubble of cement and vehicle parts. The dropships (well the remaining of them) landed , all assortments of the covenant jumped out. "This is gunna be a long day." M.c muttered.
He picked up the gallant mortar launcher and positioned himself near the marines. The incoming Cov force was huge. The mortar rounds ripped up the front weak line of the Cov. The highly trained Spec-op Elites charged out from the rotting bodies which where just obliterated by M.c. M.c dropped the launcher and equipped the new improved Assault rifle the battle rifle. He scoped in 2x and shot down an elite. The bigger, better impact took out the Elites shield making it vulnerable for it to be finished by the marines. The range of the gun was longer. M.c took out the back line as well as some Elites the marines did well with there Battle rifles too. They had taken out a dropship and Elites. A shadow curved in and flanked them upfront point blank and took out ten marines, the powerful plasma turret ripped up there fleshy meat and the passenger took a few out at the short range. "Scum bags" M.c said top himself. He shot the side rapidly the Shadow was merely taking out the marines. The mechanics of the machine was shown and M.c hit the engine. The back set alight and exploded, only the passenger escaped only to be greeted by marines. "ARRR!" blood spurted from his chest area. He lay in a puddle of blood, the marines trampled over the dead bodies proceeding deeper into the heart of the covenant assault. With master chiefs help they had the advantage unlike before. Pelicans flew by unloading supplies and Marines. They were Fully.
V-19 had failed to reach Washington. M.c had flown over to protect the overwhelmed group of marines there. "Sir seven cov dropships are inbound head over to coordinates 22/4/75." "On my way." M.c at that second had walked away from a deciphered ghost. Burning furiously the blaze scarring his suit. "Cortana upload the coordinates into my tracking system." "O.k." His suit bleeped. Cortana guided his jetpack to the location. All M.c could see was blazing fires burning battlefields and marines proceeding in Warthog's. M.c caught his eye on the 7th dropship. It was loaded with 4 brutes. M.c activated a plasma grenade. He lunged it straight into the passenger section. One Brute jumped out to a rather long and painful death... The back exploded in a gigantic roar blowing off the passenger section sending tons of mangled Brutes flying across the battlefield. "One's down major." "Nice" he replied. The cockpit of the dropship tipped down to a force of spec-op Grunts and Jackals. "Shit!!!" A grunt fled, only to be hurled to the ground by the huge bulk of the dropship. The force was annihilated only blue and purple corpses flattened across the gravel. Blood sprayed up the street. "Sir where losing ARRAGH!!" the COM link broke away. M.c pelted forwards. He got there a marine force was retreating behind a rubble of cement and vehicle parts. The dropships (well the remaining of them) landed , all assortments of the covenant jumped out. "This is gunna be a long day." M.c muttered.
He picked up the gallant mortar launcher and positioned himself near the marines. The incoming Cov force was huge. The mortar rounds ripped up the front weak line of the Cov. The highly trained Spec-op Elites charged out from the rotting bodies which where just obliterated by M.c. M.c dropped the launcher and equipped the new improved Assault rifle the battle rifle. He scoped in 2x and shot down an elite. The bigger, better impact took out the Elites shield making it vulnerable for it to be finished by the marines. The range of the gun was longer. M.c took out the back line as well as some Elites the marines did well with there Battle rifles too. They had taken out a dropship and Elites. A shadow curved in and flanked them upfront point blank and took out ten marines, the powerful plasma turret ripped up there fleshy meat and the passenger took a few out at the short range. "Scum bags" M.c said top himself. He shot the side rapidly the Shadow was merely taking out the marines. The mechanics of the machine was shown and M.c hit the engine. The back set alight and exploded, only the passenger escaped only to be greeted by marines. "ARRR!" blood spurted from his chest area. He lay in a puddle of blood, the marines trampled over the dead bodies proceeding deeper into the heart of the covenant assault. With master chiefs help they had the advantage unlike before. Pelicans flew by unloading supplies and Marines. They were Fully.
