"Listen up, guys, we've just received an invitation to another Covenant party, approximately seven hundred miles south-south-west of here" came a voice over the intercom, as the marines looked to each other in the back of the Pelican. "Alright, marines, you heard the woman; I want those weapons cleaned, checked and reloaded on the double. You know the drill!" Sargent Johnson called back to them. The Master Chief was already helping the other marines with their weapons, having already cleaned, reloaded and checked his own with the fluidity that was unique to Spartans.

Then Cortana spoke into his helmet. "Chief, we've got problems. I've detected three phantoms and a special operations dropship heading in, fast. If we don't get out of here and find cover soon, they'll be all over us!" He thrust the assault rifle he was checking back to its owner, almost breaking the marines ribs with his strength, and apologised, before climbing to the front of the ship to where the Sargent was.

The Sargent turned back to him, knowing that the Master Chief would only tell him things necessary to the mission and looked into his visor. The Chief said in a low voice, "We're going to be in trouble if we don't get some cover soon. There are more Covenant on our tail than we will be able to dispatch in the air. We may just have a chance to defeat them with something sturdy to walk on; namely earth." Before the Sargent was able to alert the pelicans' driver, one of the engines were hit by multiple plasma blasts, and burst into flames.

"Hold on, marines, this is going to be one hell of a rough landing!" the driver shouted through the intercom. Then they hit the ground.

The Pelican's nose crumpled as its decent brought it into contact with the ground. Had it not been for the straps built into the seats, the marines would probably have died in that crash. Fortunately, though, they were all ready to scatter for cover, save one marine who had been knocked unconscious. The phantoms made a slightly better landing, and their troops, too, were able to climb out easily, but this time to search for the survivors. The special operations dropship stayed in the air, ready to help if it was deemed necessary by the commander.

The elite who had been told to inspect the pelican for survivors first, noticed the remaining soldier, but dismissed him as dead. The Master Chief took advantage of the Elite's preoccupation, ran up to it from behind a rock and brought his rifle deep down into its spine. The elites shields flickered and died, as did the victim. Just as the super soldier turned around to see how the marines were doing, an overcharged plasma bolt hit him square in the leg, causing his shields to stop working. It wasn't long before Jackal who had fired the bolt had its arm snapped in two, and its body filled with the lead of a semi-automatic primitive weapon. The Chief tried to look back at his comrades for the second time, and was pleased to see that they were holding their own, and even slowly dispatching the covenant grunts and jackals, one by one.

But now it was time for the special operations dropship to land. The Spartan picked up a plasma grenade and ran towards dropship, his shields trying to recharge, but getting hit by plasma every so often. He primed the grenade.

Three seconds….

The first Elite ran out, looked at the blue smoke coming out of the Master Chief's hand and immediately called out to its fellow attackers. They saw why, and decided to fan out, and try to take the super soldier from behind, so that there would be no cluster for the Chief to obliterate.

Two seconds…

Cortana made a quick scan of the best place to throw the grenade. "There." She said, marking the spot with a navigation point on the Chief's HUD. The super soldier threw the grenade with accuracy, and it hit one of the grunts in the chest. The leading elite, thought quickly and peeled the it off of the grunts chest.

One…

He brought his arm back, ready to throw it. The Master Chief tried to back away, but another elite and a row of grunts prevented him from moving anywhere. More elites coming up beside the leader made shooting that elite out of the question. None of the other marines had noticed, as they were too busy fighting the original Covenant.

Then the marine in the pelican woke up. He climbed out, and saw the Master Chiefs position. Held up his pistol with what little strength he had in him and fired. The Elites skull crumbled before the round.

Zero…

The grenade exploded before the elites' body hit the ground. The grunt that the Spartan had originally thrown the grenade onto got caught in the blast, as well as one of the elites. Then, everything went black, as the elite behind him brought its plasma rifle into the Master Chiefs helmet. "Stupid Human" it spat, as the green body slumped onto the ground. "We have your green friend. Surrender now, and we will not kill you." It said in a louder voice, barely recognizable as English. "for now…." It added under its breath, and kicked the green lump…

Well, this is the second chapter to my story, I hope it's better than the first. Thanks ColianKnight for your help. I tried to break up the battle and make it more interesting. Well, anyways, please read and review. There isn't much left to say….