The spartan was easily taller than anyone in this outfit. This was the best reinforcement of all. It would help but not win the battle. The marines quickly scattered to their positions and the spartan went down to the street to get things more organized. The covenants were coming, and they couldn't stop them. The only thing they could do is give them hell.
"Sir, covenant on radar. There are a hundred and twenty-two phantoms," cried the marine, "All heavily loaded with troops and vehicles."
"Not good." Replied the Colonel.
That meant that there was at least 3000 covenant soldiers heading this way.
"Corporal, get the news out." Said the Colonel in a cold voice.
"Yes sir,"
The out post turned into chaos. Men running to prepare their stations, running to get their weapons, or praying. The Colonel himself was a religious man, always went to church on Sunday. But right now he felt as if god had abandoned him. Those emotions were quickly put aside though. Many men were going to die here today, and everyone knew it.
Soon the entire street was a minefield, there were firing pits all over, and the snipers had camouflaged themselves to blend with the roof. Many things were getting done due to the covenants random inspection. There were also three welcome wagons covered in armor and had guns on it. It was called a scorpion MBT. When they did come they would be in for a huge surprise. But everyone, even alien bastards, like surprises.
Soon there was the sun was blacked out by a flock of covenant phantoms. Luckily they didn't spot them. Men were scattering around the Colonel. He grabbed a young private by the shirt collar and held him up.
"You listen here," Yelled the Colonel, "I want you on the second floor now. Equip your battle rifles and prepare to engage the enemy."
"But sir," squealed the private.
"No buts private, this war is for real. It is not fake, I you die here you die. As for the rest of you on the second floor now!"
The rest of the men immediately ran in the general direction of the second floor. It was utter chaos. Soon things had settled down a bit and everyone was in position. Commanders were issuing orders and men were checking and rechecking their weapons. This was they perfect place to end this now. They were on our front door with out an invitation, and we were going to kick them out and stomp them like they bugs they are. The marines were getting edgy. That wasn't a good sign to see.
"Sir, enemy contacts," whispered one of the marine commanders as a single golden elite appeared rounding the corner. Soon there was an entire covenant army in the street.
"Time to play you sons-a-bicthes," whispered the Colonel, "and this time there is no where to run."
The snipers carefully scoped their targets and prepared to fire. The explosives Techs. had rocket launchers out. 1 per every two men. One would shoot the other would reload. The commanders had the detonators to the minefields all hooked up and ready. The marines on the second floor had their battle rifles ready and were taking aim. The Scorpions and the warthogs were in position and ready to fight. The covenant were walking into the biggest marine ambush that had ever been concocted.
The golden elite was 20 meters away from the hogs and tanks.
"Sir, do we have a kill order?" Questioned the sniper commander.
"Negative, hold your fire. Same goes for everyone else. Fire on my mark." Barked the Colonel.
10 meters away now.
"Sir, now or never." the commander said.
"Not yet," said the Colonel.
"5 meters and closing sir," the commander said in distress and anxiety.
"Fire! Fire! All units fire now!" Yelled the Colonel.
The steady crack of the sniper rifles, the consecutive burst of the battle rifle, explosions caused by the mines, tanks, and the rocket launchers formed an orchestra. Although it was a lot of firepower there was still about 2500 of them left. That was a problem. Their armor was coming bout facing the marine's buildings. If they were caught in there then they would all be dead. As the tanks prepared to fire they were halted by the lone spartan.
He commandeered one of the wraiths and turned the once mighty tanks into a melted heap of alien alloy. Soon after the encounter the spartan was delighted to mow down a group of red elites that had a group of marines pinned down. It was glorious. But the battle was not over.
A marine screamed in fear as one of the few remaining wraiths turned to the colonel's position and fired. There was a bright flash and then nothing.
Sorry if anything is misspelled. I tried harder to catch anything. Please r&r. If it isn't nice then don't post anything. Constructive criticism is accepted.