Atmospheric Level
Brigadier Hammerfist

Spartan-IV Siegmund Schwarzenbach, or just Schwarz for ease of communication, noticed the increasing heat signatures from essentially nowhere. "Captain," The Grade-2 Sergeant called out, peering around him. Captain Fordwell, the commanding officer assigned to Hammerfist walked over, looking at the TACMAP.

"Yes, Sergeant?"
Schwarz nodded to the display set in front of him. "Several unidentified heat signatures have just.. Appeared from nowhere, sir. Sweeping across the whole base. They're not ours, and we don't know if they're enemy either, sir." Captain Fordwall ran his hand over his moustache, a finely kept handlebar, and sighed. "Scan what kind of lifeforms, Sarge, we need to know what the hell that is." Schwarz nodded, doing so.

Seconds later, Captain Fordwell reeled back in surprise. "The flood?! I'm contacting Battle Net, code Upsilon, I say again, Upsilon!" Sgt. Schwarz nodded, punching in the required code to bring up the BattleNet communication network, leaving the room once brought up.

Almost immediately after, lights flared red within the command center, stopping the transmission before it was sent out. Schwarz immediately re-entered the room. "Sir! We have a code Corrupter, I say again, code Corrupter!" Captain Fordwell punched into his hand, exclaiming; "Fuck!"

The message immediately spread through the Brigadier like wildfire, and immediate WMD's began being prepared for use on the small Insurrection complex.

G-273 raised his right foot, kicking the infection form through the chest of a combat form, blowing the chest cavity into a mess of green and red fluids and muck. Turning around, he opened fire on a second combat form, ripping apart its body before it could get too close.

Avoin was firing short bursts into the shoulders, followed by shots to the chest of the combat forms that were rushing him and G-273. Popping empty, G-273 turned around, running his left fist through the chest of an elite combat form, something unexpected for sure, blowing it to pieces. Popping another magazine into his M7, he began stepping backwards, spraying the knees and shins of every combat form that howled and screamed, clamoring for a chance to taste Spartan flesh.

He backed up to Avoin, who had just swapped out another magazine.

Suddenly, from under the legs of the charging forms, several bag-like forms scrambled towards them. G-273 shouted; "Infection forms! Fall back!" Pulling a grenade off his kit, he primed it and chucked it into the horde. Turning back, Avoin and Maddock bolted out of the room, an explosion ripping apart the creatures clamoring behind them.

G-273 charged through a blocked door, bursting out to an open courtyard, vacant. G-273 and Avoin moved to the center, and stopped midway as flood infection and combat forms began pouring from the vents, all four entrances, and panels in the floor and ceiling. Avoin and G-273, Maddock, clasped back to back, aiming their M7 Sub-guns to the fray and opening fire.

Several fell, and finally, their M7's ran out. Maddock and Avoin checked their sides, and with no ammo to be found, raised their fists. Maddock reached to grab his combat knife, holding it in the reverse grip. Avoin yelled at them as they descended on the two Spartans; "Come on! Let's go!" Maddock exhaled, leaping off his left leg, using his sheer body mass to plow through two combat forms, popping several skittering infection forms. Careening right, his fist sent one form flying through others. Taking his knife, he turned, slicing through the combat form's right arm, lopping off the flood's claw. Redirecting, he plunged it deep into the infection form, ripping it across and stabbing it into a second form directly behind him.

Avoin was throwing fist, foot, and head into the fight, swinging wildly with his thruster-enhanced suit of armor. His elbow sent one flying into another, while he rapidly punched, kicked, and headbutted his way through more, stepping on and popping several bulbous infection forms.

Just as they were being overwhelmed, Maddock finally being restricted by dozens of combat forms, Avoin being pinned by several, too. A rapport of gunshots ripped across the room, the sounds of MA5B rifles, M7 Submachine guns, and the familiar sound of the M247H Machine gun. Swinging around, Maddock punched and kicked the various creatures off of him. Avoin did the same, both of them getting to their feet in seconds, falling back to the team who saved them;

Four ODST's, commandeered by Chantara-116 and Sarsykian G-193. Chantara held the M247H, Sarsykian dual-wielding M7's, and the ODST's holding the high-cap MA5B rifles, and one holding an M739 SAW. Once behind the six, one ODST fell out, placing his MA5B on his back, he pulled out two M6G handguns and handed them to Avoin and Maddock.

Taking them, Maddock asked; "Where to?" Chantara nodded to an ODST, who responded; "Follow me!" The ODST had red highlights over a black set of standard ODST body armor, holding an MA5B.

The ODST left out the entrance the six had emerged from, on point, with Maddock and Avoin next to them. Shortly behind, Sarsykian and Chantara were with the three other ODST's. Moving through, the back became quiet with the lack of enemies to shoot. Chantara announced over comms; "Enemies have stopped pursuing… Continue on." "Yes, Ma'am." The lead ODST responded, rounding right around a corner.

Immediately, a brute combat form leaped out of hiding, wielding a large metallic object, like a gravity hammer, swinging at the ODST's waist, cracking it, and with a disturbing squelch, smashed the man up to the wall, popping his lower abdomen like a balloon. The ODST was split in half, one end falling to the floor while the second half careened behind the combat form. Avoin and Maddock raised their handguns, dumping rounds into the infection form's host area, dropping it in four shots.

The ODST with the SAW rounded the corner, pulling it to his shoulder, cursing to himself. Moving forward, the ODST was suddenly smothered by a Carrier form flinging itself from behind cover. Maddock began firing wildly at the creature before it popped, flinging infection forms in every which direction. Behind it, several combat forms began rushing the hallway they were in, carrier forms supporting it close behind.

Maddock lurched forward, shooting seven rounds into a combat form, trampling the infection forms to get to the SAW. Behind them, gunfire began pronouncing itself as the group became surrounded in this small corridor. Leaning down while he exhausted the last of his Magnum ammunition, he picked up the SAW, hipped it, and began dumping the 128 round belt that was attached to it into the fray of flood screaming towards him.

Avoin began backing himself away, to the wall, not aiding in their fight. An ODST went to aid Maddock in fending off the rear forms, while Avoin still stood alone. Looking to his right, he noticed a vent grate popped off, and out of it came an infection form. Reaching down, he picked it up by its bulbous head, then chucked it at the ODST standing with Chantara and Sarsykian. The man, thrown off, reached back to grab it, but it was too late. Its tendrils sunk into the man's neck, burrowing into his spine, ripping a hole open in his back for it to squeeze into.

The ODST's body violently shook as he screamed in agony, bones snapping, flesh squelching and ripping, various joints of his body torn into fleshy mess. Sarsykian and Chantara didn't notice at first, and Chantara turned to go assist Maddock, as their herd had thinned. She exclaimed, then opened fire with her machine gun, ripping the still-transforming ODST apart, killing the infection form in the process.

Avoin lifted a metal pipe and began sprinting towards Sarsykian and Chantara. Last few strides, he activated his boosters, rocketing towards them. Raising the piece of metal piping, he cracked it across Chantara's facepiece, cracking the Wetwork sliver of a visor, sending her flipping onto her back. Skidding to a stop, he dumped the rest of his magazine into Sarsykian's back, who immediately rolled into cover.

Turning around, Avoin took off. Sarsykian shouted; "Spartan down! Pursuing target!" Around the corner, Maddock and the last ODST came to aid Chantara, as Sarsykian took off after Avoin.