A/N: I decided to include new moves rumored to be in the next one. Also any
idea's about new Vehicles/weapons. Tell me if you want me to use them.
Don't forget to give me permission or I can't use 'em. Thanks,
"Okay Marines, let's go on the double," yelled the sergeant. The frightened men of fire team Regan exited the Pelican. Three Spartan soldiers followed them. The tallest of the three strode forward, his assault rifle leveled in front of him.
"Sir, ready to attack the covenant structure," a Marine yelled to The Iron Centurion. The Spartan nodded and signaled to the other two. Wordlessly they closed in with the Marines.
The Covenant was ready for them. As the UNSC climbed the hill they were met with a volley of stationary-gun fire. The third Spartan put his weapon away and pulled a Sniper Rifle. The gunning stopped as the grunts fell dead.
Fire team Regan charged forward, yelling encouragements to each other. The two Spartans not remaining behind rushed forward with the Marines. Grunts ran as the UNSC forces opened fire at them.
"Iron Centurion," a commanding voice echoed. "I need you to secure the area so that we may set up camp." He nodded and answered a quick "Yes."
He ran forward and bunted a Jackal. It fell forward and it's shield deactivated. He smiled inside his helmet before emptying a clip into the mass of grunts. One yelled, "Get down" and carelessly tossed a grenade. It missed the Iron Centurion, causing them to panic even more.
"Rwort rwort," sounded and Elite as it jumped into view. It's blue armor wasn't enough as The Iron Centurion switched to the flamer and engulfed it. The Elite withered in pain and managed a few shots of its own.
The Iron Centurion swung the flamer, cuffing the Elite upside the head and spraying purplish blue blood. The Elite gave a low moan as it slide to the ground, dead.
"That's the last of them," a Marine said as he reloaded his weapon. The Iron Centurion took the opportunity and did so as well.
"Dropship coming in," another yelled a second later. Iron Centurion hopped into a Stationary Gun. His face was impassive behind the glass of his visor.
"Ahh!" a man yelled. "That burns." He clutched his side were he had been hit. Iron Centurion ignored him as he focused on the ship. He waited for the flaps to open before he fired. The grunts ahead fell face first, blue paste splashing the ground.
A screeching howl reached his ears as a Banshee closed in. He turned to gun and was knocked aside as a green projectile flipped the gun. A Marine cried out as it landed and killed him.
The banshee flew low, hoping to crush any in its path. Unexpectedly the second Spartan jumped. Latching on, he fired into the banshee control area. The Elite yelled in terror as the rounds passed his shield and ruined his body.
The Spartan leapt into the Banshee and managed to pilot it. Pulling it up from a crash, he spun it around to assault any other covenant.
"Another Dropship," a Marine informed them. Iron Centurion turned and flipped the gunner. He entered it again and spun to face the threat. He blasted an exiting Jackal and then Grunt.
"Sir," the Banshee flying Spartan said via com-link. "I have been engaged and request back up. I repeat I have been engaged by two Screamers and a Banshee."
"Understood," said the sniping Spartan. He scanned the area and attempted to dislodge a Screamer riding Elite.
Iron Centurion continued to gun. He still had a to clear the area before The Mayflower could land.
"Four WraithBones coming in," A Marine shouted. The Iron Centurion gazed at them. He knew he didn't have enough firepower. He exited the gunner and thought. Waiting for the right moment, he knocked a Screamer rider from his seat and jumped on it instead.
The first tank exploded as the Banshee riding Spartan smashed two plasma missiles into it. The Iron Centurion sighed in relief. He circled a second tank as the two others pulverized the remaining Marines.
The tank exploded as Iron Centurion pulled his wounded Screamer away. He abandoned the smoking Vehicle and tried to assault the tank on foot. His shield lowered as the incoming fire took it out in chunks.
"Sir, look out," the Banshee flying Spartan yelled. Iron Centurion looked up to see the WraithBone target him with its plasma mortar. The banshee hissed as it flew, its badly damaged engine whining with the effort. It collided with the tank, the detonation killing both the Spartan and the WraithBone.
The Iron Centurion screamed silently as his brethren was killed. He quickly tossed his fragmentation grenades at the remaining tank. It bucked as the first blew, began to smoke after the second, and flew to pieces after the last.
"Area secure," he said. He quickly calculated the casualties. Of the ten Marines and three Spartans, only two of each remained. "We have suffered seventy percent causalities."
The area around the structure was soon cleared, allowing the Mayflower to land, as well as several other ships. General Korschev stepped out from the ship, planting the UNSC flag into the soil.
"This land is claimed for the UNSC," he yelled.
"Okay Marines, let's go on the double," yelled the sergeant. The frightened men of fire team Regan exited the Pelican. Three Spartan soldiers followed them. The tallest of the three strode forward, his assault rifle leveled in front of him.
"Sir, ready to attack the covenant structure," a Marine yelled to The Iron Centurion. The Spartan nodded and signaled to the other two. Wordlessly they closed in with the Marines.
The Covenant was ready for them. As the UNSC climbed the hill they were met with a volley of stationary-gun fire. The third Spartan put his weapon away and pulled a Sniper Rifle. The gunning stopped as the grunts fell dead.
Fire team Regan charged forward, yelling encouragements to each other. The two Spartans not remaining behind rushed forward with the Marines. Grunts ran as the UNSC forces opened fire at them.
"Iron Centurion," a commanding voice echoed. "I need you to secure the area so that we may set up camp." He nodded and answered a quick "Yes."
He ran forward and bunted a Jackal. It fell forward and it's shield deactivated. He smiled inside his helmet before emptying a clip into the mass of grunts. One yelled, "Get down" and carelessly tossed a grenade. It missed the Iron Centurion, causing them to panic even more.
"Rwort rwort," sounded and Elite as it jumped into view. It's blue armor wasn't enough as The Iron Centurion switched to the flamer and engulfed it. The Elite withered in pain and managed a few shots of its own.
The Iron Centurion swung the flamer, cuffing the Elite upside the head and spraying purplish blue blood. The Elite gave a low moan as it slide to the ground, dead.
"That's the last of them," a Marine said as he reloaded his weapon. The Iron Centurion took the opportunity and did so as well.
"Dropship coming in," another yelled a second later. Iron Centurion hopped into a Stationary Gun. His face was impassive behind the glass of his visor.
"Ahh!" a man yelled. "That burns." He clutched his side were he had been hit. Iron Centurion ignored him as he focused on the ship. He waited for the flaps to open before he fired. The grunts ahead fell face first, blue paste splashing the ground.
A screeching howl reached his ears as a Banshee closed in. He turned to gun and was knocked aside as a green projectile flipped the gun. A Marine cried out as it landed and killed him.
The banshee flew low, hoping to crush any in its path. Unexpectedly the second Spartan jumped. Latching on, he fired into the banshee control area. The Elite yelled in terror as the rounds passed his shield and ruined his body.
The Spartan leapt into the Banshee and managed to pilot it. Pulling it up from a crash, he spun it around to assault any other covenant.
"Another Dropship," a Marine informed them. Iron Centurion turned and flipped the gunner. He entered it again and spun to face the threat. He blasted an exiting Jackal and then Grunt.
"Sir," the Banshee flying Spartan said via com-link. "I have been engaged and request back up. I repeat I have been engaged by two Screamers and a Banshee."
"Understood," said the sniping Spartan. He scanned the area and attempted to dislodge a Screamer riding Elite.
Iron Centurion continued to gun. He still had a to clear the area before The Mayflower could land.
"Four WraithBones coming in," A Marine shouted. The Iron Centurion gazed at them. He knew he didn't have enough firepower. He exited the gunner and thought. Waiting for the right moment, he knocked a Screamer rider from his seat and jumped on it instead.
The first tank exploded as the Banshee riding Spartan smashed two plasma missiles into it. The Iron Centurion sighed in relief. He circled a second tank as the two others pulverized the remaining Marines.
The tank exploded as Iron Centurion pulled his wounded Screamer away. He abandoned the smoking Vehicle and tried to assault the tank on foot. His shield lowered as the incoming fire took it out in chunks.
"Sir, look out," the Banshee flying Spartan yelled. Iron Centurion looked up to see the WraithBone target him with its plasma mortar. The banshee hissed as it flew, its badly damaged engine whining with the effort. It collided with the tank, the detonation killing both the Spartan and the WraithBone.
The Iron Centurion screamed silently as his brethren was killed. He quickly tossed his fragmentation grenades at the remaining tank. It bucked as the first blew, began to smoke after the second, and flew to pieces after the last.
"Area secure," he said. He quickly calculated the casualties. Of the ten Marines and three Spartans, only two of each remained. "We have suffered seventy percent causalities."
The area around the structure was soon cleared, allowing the Mayflower to land, as well as several other ships. General Korschev stepped out from the ship, planting the UNSC flag into the soil.
"This land is claimed for the UNSC," he yelled.