So then it happened. The three Battlecruisers opened up on the enemy. All at once the Earth shook, trees were reduced to splinters smaller than toothpicks. The sky lit up with fire so hot it could probably evaporate the raindrops. The noise was matched by nothing. The soldiers placed earplugs in their ears, in a sad attempt to avoid massive headaches later on. Artillery Cannons were shredded and melted beyond recognition, even their designers would have wondered what the piles of steel were at once point. Men were vaporized or blasted to the tiniest of pieces by the world-ending force of the Battlecruiser's. Then Spec Ops men couldn't help but feel sorry for the men being slaughtered in the area surrounding. They we're just soldiers fighting for what they believed, they had family somewhere. The men were all told in training to never give their enemy a face. But sometimes it proved impossible. Especially when one must shoot the enemy only a few feet from their face.
It was inevitable. It had to happen. Every battle has its casualties, be them small or large, or in this case, huge. One of the Battlecruisers ahead had taken the brunt of the entire enemy assault. And it could take no more. Fires exploded from every side of the behemoth, a loud siren began to blare as the ship once hovering above delivering the enemy to their creators, was 'sinking'. Its damaged thrusters slowly gave way to the weight of the ship. It was too close to the ground the release any life pods. Such an action would send its crew plummeting to a shallow grave. Maybe some had a chance if the engines survived the crash. The ship flared its engines as well as it could, lighting up the sky with fuel and exhaust. It was trying to maneuver away as far from the Marines on the ground as it could, and over the enemy as much as possible. Sergeant Collins gave the order to pull back even farther. The other two Battlecruisers let their last bombs explode before retreating. Odds are that engine was going to blow, and the blast would likely take down at least one of the two Ships.
"Come on! It's almost down!" Collins yelled as he waved the Marines forward.
The Ship let out a loud bending metal noise as it plowed into the ground, side first.
The Marines ducked down a good distance away. They stared in awe as the Ship's hull caved in on itself. Deck after deck bursting through the walls and bursting into flames. The interior of the Ship becoming visible to those outside. The exterior walls seemed to peel off like nothing. The ship let out a few pillars of flame. That's when the Marines knew to duck down. The engines ignited, the pressure had build for too long, and the ship looked like a paper plane being set on fire after doused with white out. The UNSC flag displayed on the tail wing was absorbed by the white hot flame. The Marines closed their eyes, covered them with hands and looked down and away. Anything to avoid the blinding light of a Cruiser's engines going off. For a good six minutes the dead night sky looked as though it was the middle of day. Clouds became white again and the rain appeared to stop. The shock wave leveled the surrounding area of forest, the forest that survived the initial bombardment of the three monster ships. The ground itself gave way as if trying to escape the blast. The air heated up like a furnace and the wind blew harder than any of the men had ever known.
Soon the ground ceased all movement. Objects thrown from the blast came rolling to a stop. The night sky returned and pushed out the artificial daylight. The rain had stopped though, or was stopping. Once given the all clear, men began standing up to survey the destruction. The sense of nothingness was all to present.
Collins knew they would have some work to do in the morning. He ordered everyone to try and get some sleep. Leaving two men to stay watch switching to another 2 every other hour.