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Chapter Thirteen
Jerusalem, Earth
0914 Hour, November 17,2552 (Military Calendar)/
"Identify yourself?" asked Roy his curiosity getting his best despite the situation.
"This is the 405 Armored Battalion, Commander Fort sent us for assistance. Our ETA is ten minutes. Over"
Roy snapped of the Com link, he grinned for it only to be covered by his helmet. His head swept side to side taking in the surroundings. He edged towards a corner of a nearby house and peeked around. Turrets were everywhere set up at various points to provide covering fire. The armored column would have a hard time unless we distract.
"Alright everyone I want suppressive fire on those turrets, we are going to keep them busy for ten minutes understood."
"Yes sir!" The marines and Spartans edged around the corner and formed into a horizontal line their weapons held at their shoulders.
Roy hand gripped the rubber or plastic, Roy couldn't decide, the underneath of the battle rifle. His hand shook slightly and then moved his hands forward.
"Open Fire!" With years of training aiding the Spartans they fired with precision accuracy. One by one the brutes dropped dead out of the turrets. Roy quickly got into a rhythm of firing. The brutes soon retuned fire, spreading plasma everywhere. The marines rolled to avoid. Soon something else moved, a shadow turret. The purple turret swirled and spat out purple plasma. The marines didn't have time to move for their sluggish human reflexes. Their bodies withered away as the plasma sorted their bodies to nothing more than ashes.
Lance aimed fired another round into a brute. The sniper rifle echoed and trial of white floated in the air. He slammed a fresh clip of ammo and continued his rampage of kills. Seth hid behind the corner; he leaned against the wall sighing. He couldn't fight at the moment due to that he had picked out dual SMG.
Roy shook his head as a bead of sweat ran down his forehead. His biometer flashed indicating that the marines of his squad had died. Plasma fire entered the street; it threatened to hit Roy as he stood returning fire. Roy was soon pushed back as the turrets found his body. His shield bleep indicating that he needed cover. He didn't have any cover or couldn't run to one in time.
"Yea ha" Came a loud rowdy voice. Fire erupted at the other end of the LZ. Soon warthogs sped through followed by scorpion tanks. The chain guns spat out rounds that shredded any threats. Brutes screamed in anger or maybe surprise for Roy didn't care as long as they died.
Roy opened a Com link with Admiral Parker.
"Admiral Parker LZ secured,"
"I hear you loud and clear hold the LZ." Admiral Parker lurched forward as the ship accelerated to avoid two plasma torpedoes.
"Move us to flanking speed and fire two MAC rounds at those oncoming ships." Shouted the admiral as his eyes flickered at the displays in front of him. He divided his attentions to a Com link to the elite councilor Uyamagad.
The Screen cleared and the elite councilor turned to face the admiral.
"Yes human what is your request," Asked the elite his mandibles still having trouble speaking in human tongue.
"Umm send down that your ship my soldiers have cleared an LZ at the base of the ship."
Uyamagad yelled something native to his members of the crew.
"Understood," With that the link broke and the councilor turned towards the gold zealot, Serxzee. Who stared intently at the ongoing space battle with eyes that showed frustration at the current situation.
"Serxzee you are to carry a boarding bomb to the humans planet to destroy a cruiser holding position of one of their cities." Uyamagad studied the young elite's face.
Serxzee seemed to struggle and question the order.
"I know this is your ship but I will take care of it. Right now we need to show the humans that we can be trusted because our surplus of one hundred ships haven't arrived."
Serxzee sat in the phantom his head bowed, as he was deep in thought. He did not want to admit it he was kind of interested in seeing a so-called human holy city. The phantom began to accelerate as it entered the planet. The passengers mostly grunt and elites sat fidgeting and whispering to each other.
Roy rested in the passenger of a warthog that the armored battalion gave him. The commander of the armored battalion was a red haired woman whom gave graduate to the Spartans for distracting the turrets.
He sighed he rested his arm on the dashboard. His eyes fading in and out as sleep threatened to take him. The green giant of a super solider head snapped forward when three covenant phantoms appeared in the sky and turned towards the LZ.
Lance and Seth both grabbed their weapons and watched the sky. The turrets underneath of the teardrop ship turned towards the warthog. A large yellow friend blip appeared on their HUD.
A purple beamed the gravity lift materialized and one by one elites glided down. Roy instantly recognized one of the elites from the meeting on the Reign of power. The elite named Serxzee moved towards Roy.
"You, humans we have arrived to destroy that cruiser above your city." The elite pointed at the giant whale shape ship seemingly hovering in place. Three elites hefted a large oval shaped bomb and place it onto the side of the spectra. The bomb had points that jutted out of it and was everywhere on the bomb.
"We are leaving to drive the bomb to the belly of the ship."
"Well then we will accompanying you." Roy nodded at the two other Spartans.
The specters sped off with the warthog in the lead providing covering fire. As they headed towards their destination they began to run into enemy fire. Plasma smeared and burned through the warthog at an attempt to stop them. Seth ended this problem with a rotation the turret brought death to those who tried.
The bottom of the gravity lift that extended to the cruiser was a few meters but was covered by brutes.
"Seth take them out," The elites too began to provide cross fire and with that they cleared the gravity lift quickly.
Suddenly a blue blur appeared to the hubcap of the warthog. Roy had seen this before and bailed out a few seconds before it exploded sending debris at the Spartans.
The gravity lift sat upon the top of a hill, the three Spartans moved their guns flashing and clanking with noise. The elites watched in awe as the trio of human warriors made their way. Soon the area was clear and the elites made it on top as well.
"The elites are going to have to go up the gravity lift and set the time for the bomb so we can avoid the explosion." Serxzee said as he helped heft the large boarding bomb. Three elites and a few more steeped into the gravity and for a few seconds hung suspend. Soon they began to float up into the belly of the ship.
"By the way which one of you humans is called Roy?"
"I am" Roy moved forward unsure of what to except. The golden elite moved and handed Roy a chip.
"Your human shipmaster told me to give this to you." Roy took the object and instantly recognized it as the AI. He slotted the chip into his neck. A weird sensation entered his head. It was as if a warm liquid was being poured into his mind.
"Roy, my fellow Spartan how are you?" asked the voice inside Roy's head. He shook his head sideways in annoyance.
"This is not the time."
"My brothers the brutes approach." Yelled the zealot as he pulled out and energy sword. A war cry exited from his body as a wave of brutes clambered up the hill.