[This was a story i wrote a year ago. Figured it'd be good to revise it a little and release the product to the public]

[Enjoy]

[This is made with a few original characters I, and a couple friends made back when. Vas-110 is not mine]

Disclaimer; I do not own Halo or any of its characters

February 17th, 2559
Above the colony of Sedra.
Brigadier Hammerfist

0000

Captain Fordwell and Sergeant Second Class Schwarzenbach stood in front of a series of allied UNSC forces. A single Spartan-II, two Spartan-III's, five Spartan-IV's, and several dozen ODST's outfitted with combat gear. The Spartan-IV team, known as Fireteam Catch, was present for any inclement conditions that may come with this operation. Chantara-116, the single Spartan-II stood in front, with her two supporting Spartan-III's; Maddock G-193 and Sarsykian G-273.

Their mission, as Captain Fordwell began to explain; "We've all seen the previous four briefs, here's the fifth. We're to be dropping into this Insurrectionist cell deep within Sedran's forest, fifty six miles away from the Capital. Here, Insurrectionist leader and researcher, Avoin Simitochan has been performing unknown operations here. The local Sedran farmers say they rarely hear anything. Our satellite drones only pick up a relatively small compound on the surface, but seismic scans from inserted recon drones pick up an incredibly large underground complex. Our mission is to insert and capture Avoin Simitochon. Our secondary objective is to secure any research, apprehend any persons, and collect any items they may have of our interest."

Fordwell took a deep breath before continuing; "We know that as of right now, they are conducting some sort of drill, as we have several thermal signatures emerging from the compound to the surface. Now is our time to strike. Assemble all weaponry, all teams, and prepare to launch. I understand you've all discussed your drop locations. Dismiss."

Chantara-116, Maddock G-193, and Sarsykian G-273 were deployed to an outer rim sector of the Galaxy, shadowed by Spartan-IV Siegmund and a squad of eight ODST's, waiting at the ready.

Dropping from orbital pods, the trio were deployed as shock tactic while small, silent squads of ODST's and stealth-oriented Spartan-IV's wiped out the surrounding guards.

0100

The three drop pods jettisoned from orbit, splitting the atmosphere it dropped through, penetrating the clouds and soaring down to the dirt.

"S-116, Check."

"G-193, Check."

"G-273, Check."

0105

The pods crashed into the ground, to the surprise of several dozen resistance fighting, rebels to the UNSC cause. The UNSC has its way of crushing anyone who isn't with them, no matter their intent for separation.

The few dozen immediately scrambled to cover, calling in the objects that had fallen from the sky.

Very soon, they had the pods surrounded with over 3 dozen men, rifles and various other weapons raised in preparation of whatever was to come from the pods.

Heat flare tubes opened on the sides of each pod, firing flares into the crowd of rebels that had surrounded each pod.

Just like that, the doors broke their seals, violently ejecting outwards and crushing three people, each.

Chantara, Sarsykian, and Maddock emerged, all dual-wielding MA5B Rifles, spraying an onslaught of 7.62 at the surrounding rebels.

Moving as fast as a car, Chantara bolt directly into the ranks of the rebels, crushing several in the process. Stopping in the middle, she dispensed the remainder of both 60 round magazines into the crowd before dropping both rifles.

Looking left, in a single leap, she brought herself directly in front of a rebel almost ready. Bringing a fist forward, she plunged it in the man's chest, breaking ribs and bursting the man's chest cavity in a single hit, sending him flying ten feet and killing him.

Someone came right, and she responded with a backhand from her right, dislodging their jaw, and following with a quick left hook to the ribs, breaking them and sending the newly bred corpse off to the side.

Behind her, a series of quick gunshots spread all over her shields. Reaching down, she lifted a M6 Machine Pistol off the magnetic holster from her thigh, looked back, and let off a quick two-round burst to the head of the assailant.

Pulling knife from sheathe, she darted forward, slicing through the right side of the neck of a new victim, turned right, and fired four separate bursts into four targets.

Behind her, a target aimed with his MA5.

Acting fast, she closed in, taking her leg, she kicked, shoving the whole rifle into the man's shoulder, breaking it and the gun. Following up, planting both feet in the ground, she shoulder charged the man, flinging him several dozen feet away.

Behind her, again, two men opened up with sub-guns, peppering her shields with small arms fire.

Leaping in the air, having her top facing down, she sprayed the remainder of her magazine onto the assailants, killing them both. On landing, she swapped magazines, observing her allies plowing through the competition.

Maddock had now outfitted himself with his shotgun, and Sarsykian two Magnum handguns, carving through the thinning herd of rebels.

Turning around, she came face to face with a sleuth, a criminal of highest proportions.

Avoin was there, once an S-IV, but betrayed the UNSC in favor of a more carefree life, something he didn't need to rely on.

In his hand, he held an M45 Shotgun, and fired it, breaching Chantara's chest shield and peppering her chest piece with 8 Gauge buckshot, tipping her on her back.

As she fell, she fired her M6 Machine pistol, hitting the shotgun and sending it off to the side. Rolling off her back, she ducked low and bolted forward at Avoin, knife prepped in the stabbing position with intent to dive it into him.

Using his boosters, Avoin jettisoned himself in the air, kicking down, and planted his foot on the back of Chantara's head, planting her into the ground behind him.

Dropping the thrusters, he turned around, pulling out an M6G Magnum, firing on her back plate before her shields could regenerate.

Rolling onto her back again, she faced up at Avoin, unleashing the full magazine of her Machine Pistol upon Avoin's body, ripping apart the handgun.

Both out of ammunition, Chantara stood and charged at Avoin, who did the exact same to her. Swinging at her head, Chantara ducked low, to be met with a quick knee from a propulsion-powered knee from Avoin, setting her up some.

She, however, reached down and grabbed his leg shortly after with her left arm. Raising her right arm, she drove it at Avoin's head, hitting it. Avoin raised his other leg and activated his boosters built within his custom armor, kicking Chantara's faceplate with severe force, flinging her back and kicking her helmet completely off.

Avoin landed feet-first, pulling out a second M6G.

Just as fast, Sarsykian opened fire on Avoin with his dual magnums from afar, interrupting his aim.

Quickly, Avoin returned fire, but his shields dwindled faster than the Spartan-III's full ones. Jettisoning himself into cover, he lifted a .308 Confetti Maker off the ground from a dead one of his men.

Chantara stood, and grabbed her helmet, fastening it to her head once again.

She picked up her M6 Machine pistol, Maddock came with his shotgun, and Sarsykian with both his M6G's.

Avoin rolled to lay flat on his back, placing his legs hunched over his chest, and activated his thrusters, kicking a large piece of concrete into the three. Maddock jumped over it, but Sarsykian was caught off guard, thrown to the side, and Chantara was clipped, sending her off to the opposite side.

Jettisoning his jets, Avoin rocketed towards the off-guard Maddock, planting his feet on Maddock's chest on contact, carrying with him as Avoin began unloading his .308 into Maddock's chest piece.

Dropping his shotgun, Maddock grabbed Avoin both by the neck and his right arm, yanking them both down and sending the two flying apart, Maddock into the dirt and Avoin into a nearby wall.

Slowly getting to his feet, Sarsykian quickly grabbed an MA5B off his back and rushed over, Chantara her M6 Machine pistol.

Maddock grabbed his M7 SMG off his thigh and aimed it at the near-motionless body of Avoin. The other two weren't close yet, and Maddock was now within arm's distance of Avoin.

Suddenly, Avoin's left arm swooped up, gripping Maddock's wrist, who responded by yanking his arm back, pulling Avoin, and with that, delivering a wide left hook to the rising Avoin's head, breaking his shields and flinging his helmet off to the side in a violent manner.

Dropping the SMG, Maddock closed in with a powerful knee, punching deep into Avoin's ribcage, and finishing it off with a Spartan tradition kick from his opposite leg, planting Avoin into a wall 10 feet away, knocking him out entirely.

Chantara and Sarsykian gathered round, weapons pointed. Maddock simply picked his M7 off the ground again, aiming it at Avoin.

"Target Secured." Maddock stated. Sarsykian chuckled. "Target beat the fuck out of, more like."

"Can the side chatter, Sars, we still have work to do."

"Aye aye, one sixteen."

Maddock moved in with the cuffs, latching titanium alloy electrocuffs on Avoin's wrists and ankles, setting up a ripcord to drag him with.

The three looked up into the sky, and several black objects began descending. Chantara chuckled, stating; "Now we move like we were never even here. Spartans, fall out, get back to the ship and let the Helljumpers do what they do best."

Sarsykian laughed, while Maddock kept a stern stare to the sky.

"Give 'em hell, boys."