"Private, look out," Sergant Kerry called. The man in question leapt
to the side, dodging a grenade launched at him. Kerry lifted his rifle and
blew a hole through the grunt.
"Thanks sarge," the marine yelled above the racket of the explosion. Kerry nodded and continued to fire.
"just keep those eyes peeled Marine, I might not be their next time," Kerry replied. "Now come on, we have to look good when that Pelican comes with reinforcements."
"We could use twenty more men," The Marine said with a sigh. "These covenant have us pinned with all those damn Vechiles of theirs."
"We're only getting four men," Kerry called. The Marine turned pale, which caused Kerry to laugh.
The low whine of the Pelican's engines annouced its arrival. It flew toward the back line of the marines. It passed them and then made a U-turn. Engines roared as four Hounds leapt from the back. they landed with a thud by the Marines.
Kerry heard a marine let out a low whistle as the Spartans brought them to a halt near there position. Kerry lead his small squad, making sure the four most wounded marines took the back seat of a hound.
"Who's in charge here," The tallest Spartan called. Kerry raised his hand and gave a quick "I sir."
The Spartan nodded and gunned the engine. The Marine Behind him let out a loud whoop and aimed his weapon.
The Iron Centurion smashed the large tire of the Hound int a grunt. The little thing's breathing appuratis cracked, spewing methane over the ground. The Marine behind him yelled in delight and put a few bullets in the dead thing.
The Centurion pulled the trigger on his front gun, peppering a nearby Ghost with holes. The Marine aimed and fired at a straffing banshee above them. He gave a yell as a bolt hit him, nocking him off the bike.
The Centurion groaned, spun the bike in a half circle, and roared forward. The wounded marine lifted himself into a sitting position, wincing as he felt his broken leg. The Iron Centurion watched the ghost nearby line up to crush the downed marine.
The Hound whined with effort as he pressed the pedal to the metal. A quick calculation made the Centurion grimace beneath the helmet. Another one gave him an idea. The Spartan lashed out with an arm, grabbed the fin of the Ghost, and swung it over his head. The Pilot screamed in anger as he came tumbling out in front of th Hound. His head was smashed as the tires rolled over it.
The Iron Centurion scooped up the marine and placed him in back. The marine gave a whoop of relief, and fainted.
"Valley Alpha clear, bring in that convoy," Sargeant Parkson's COM blared. "And save me a nice cozy pelican, Kerry out."
"Roger that, All vechiles move double time," Parkson called. "The Covenant are having a party, so lets crash it."
"Sounds good to me, so weres my party hat," a Marine yelled as he gunned the Warthog. Parkson laughed and got in the Passanger seat.
"I'll get you one as soon as I find it," Parkson answered. "No move this tub, Marine." The Warthog jolted forward.
"How much fire power are we talkin' here," Kerry asked the Spartan. The Iron Centurion turned to the Sargeant, his visor reflecting the slowly sinking sun.
"Five hundred marines, thirty Spartans, fifty Warthogs, ten Scorpions, hundred hounds, and five Centipede tanks," The Iron Centurion answered. Kerry let out a low whistle.
"That's just the ground troops," Petty Officer Sargeant Mandible commented. The Iron centurion nodded at his fellow Spartan. "Command called in Thirty Hawks and fifteen Pelicans."
"Marines, get ready for a long night," Kerry called
"Thanks sarge," the marine yelled above the racket of the explosion. Kerry nodded and continued to fire.
"just keep those eyes peeled Marine, I might not be their next time," Kerry replied. "Now come on, we have to look good when that Pelican comes with reinforcements."
"We could use twenty more men," The Marine said with a sigh. "These covenant have us pinned with all those damn Vechiles of theirs."
"We're only getting four men," Kerry called. The Marine turned pale, which caused Kerry to laugh.
The low whine of the Pelican's engines annouced its arrival. It flew toward the back line of the marines. It passed them and then made a U-turn. Engines roared as four Hounds leapt from the back. they landed with a thud by the Marines.
Kerry heard a marine let out a low whistle as the Spartans brought them to a halt near there position. Kerry lead his small squad, making sure the four most wounded marines took the back seat of a hound.
"Who's in charge here," The tallest Spartan called. Kerry raised his hand and gave a quick "I sir."
The Spartan nodded and gunned the engine. The Marine Behind him let out a loud whoop and aimed his weapon.
The Iron Centurion smashed the large tire of the Hound int a grunt. The little thing's breathing appuratis cracked, spewing methane over the ground. The Marine behind him yelled in delight and put a few bullets in the dead thing.
The Centurion pulled the trigger on his front gun, peppering a nearby Ghost with holes. The Marine aimed and fired at a straffing banshee above them. He gave a yell as a bolt hit him, nocking him off the bike.
The Centurion groaned, spun the bike in a half circle, and roared forward. The wounded marine lifted himself into a sitting position, wincing as he felt his broken leg. The Iron Centurion watched the ghost nearby line up to crush the downed marine.
The Hound whined with effort as he pressed the pedal to the metal. A quick calculation made the Centurion grimace beneath the helmet. Another one gave him an idea. The Spartan lashed out with an arm, grabbed the fin of the Ghost, and swung it over his head. The Pilot screamed in anger as he came tumbling out in front of th Hound. His head was smashed as the tires rolled over it.
The Iron Centurion scooped up the marine and placed him in back. The marine gave a whoop of relief, and fainted.
"Valley Alpha clear, bring in that convoy," Sargeant Parkson's COM blared. "And save me a nice cozy pelican, Kerry out."
"Roger that, All vechiles move double time," Parkson called. "The Covenant are having a party, so lets crash it."
"Sounds good to me, so weres my party hat," a Marine yelled as he gunned the Warthog. Parkson laughed and got in the Passanger seat.
"I'll get you one as soon as I find it," Parkson answered. "No move this tub, Marine." The Warthog jolted forward.
"How much fire power are we talkin' here," Kerry asked the Spartan. The Iron Centurion turned to the Sargeant, his visor reflecting the slowly sinking sun.
"Five hundred marines, thirty Spartans, fifty Warthogs, ten Scorpions, hundred hounds, and five Centipede tanks," The Iron Centurion answered. Kerry let out a low whistle.
"That's just the ground troops," Petty Officer Sargeant Mandible commented. The Iron centurion nodded at his fellow Spartan. "Command called in Thirty Hawks and fifteen Pelicans."
"Marines, get ready for a long night," Kerry called