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1306 hours, November 2nd, 2552. Cairo, Egypt, Earth.
Spartan-058, Linda, lay motionless near a bunker, looking through smart-scope of her SRS99C-S2 AM Sniper Rifle. The Spartan looked up and her HUD automatically exited the smart-scope. She popped a stim pack and quickly ate a nutritional bar. The past few hours were spent defending the Cairo's fusion generators. If the Covenant took out the generators, then the powerful 'Super' MAC gun floating in space above them would be completely useless, which would open a hole for even more Covenant to get through, and glass Earth.
Linda didn't know how much longer they could hold off the Covenant invaders. So far, two other Spartans, 104-Fredric and 043-Wiliam, with a platoon of Marines had so far defended the fusion generators from two waves of Covenant. The only problem was, only a handful of the Marines were left, and things weren't looking too good. A voice broke over the Spartan's private COM channel, "New contacts, coming in fast." Linda recognized Fred's voice and quickly activated the smart-scope on her rifle.
Over a nearby sand dune, a Covenant light-reconnaissance vehicle, better known as Ghost, hovered and its golden Elite driver looked down on where the filthy human bunker stood. He looked down and saw destroyed vehicles and bodies littered the area. Both human and Covenant alike. He barked an order in his own native tongue, and drove the Ghost straight into battle. Behind him, ten more Ghosts followed, and in their wake, hundreds of troops roared with bloodlust.
The sniper specialist opened up with her sniper rifle. Linda fired a quartet of shots that echoed around the buildings. Three Ghosts were left without their riders. To her left, the remaining Marines opened fire with their turrets and cut down the advancing Ghosts. The purple vehicles sputtered plasma and melted an unlucky Marine manning a turret.
Standing nearby was Fredric, the Spartan hefted a M19 SSM 'SPNKr' rocket launcher. He sighted on one of Ghosts, locked on, and fired. He quickly locked on to another one of the vehicles and sent another rocket. Both Ghosts saw the rockets coming, turned around, but the rockets tracked the vehicles and blew them to bits.
The Spartan aimed the turret and fired on the advancing Covenant troops. Will suppressed a smile as the M41 L.A.A.G. turret mounted on the Warthog tore through the advancing Grunts and Jackals. The recoil shook through his entire body and the Spartan was forced to fire in small bursts. A Marine fired his BR55 Battle Rifle and took cover near the parked 'Hog.
The Covenant troops advanced and triggered the hidden Lotus Anti-Tank mines. Plumes of flame shot up and sent bloody gore everywhere. Nonetheless, the Covenant troops advanced, intent on taking out the generator. From behind the mass of troops a pair of Wraith tanks stopped and started using their mortars to bombard the human's defenses.
Fred cursed as he fired both his rockets at one of the Wraith tanks. It was no good, both of the tanks were too far away for the rockets to lock on, and could easily be dodged. The tanks constantly bombarded the bunker and the turrets placed there were destroyed. The Spartan keyed the COM and yelled, "Fall back! All Marines fall back!" Fred looked over to his right and saw Will, still on the Warthog, firing. Fred opened the Spartan's own private channel and said, "Will, we need to take out those tanks. Linda, give us cover." The Spartan ran towards the 'Hog and dodged a handful of plasma shots. A nearby Marine took a few of the pink Needler rounds in his chest. The Marine cursed and the rounds exploded, opening his chest and sending his blood everywhere.
Fred hopped into the Warthog and turned the ignition key. The Spartan floored it and drove straight into the advancing Covenant forces. Grunts, Jackals, and Elites were all torn apart by the powerful turret, while the few Covenant who had to poor judgment to stand in front of the 'Hog were sucked under the tires and flattened.
A Hunter, or in fact, two Hunters stood directly in front of the human vehicle, leveled their fuel rod cannons, prepared to open fire. Fred saw the massive hulks and gunned the Warthog directly at them. The Spartan knew that he had to get through them before they fired their fuel rod cannons. Will fired a continuous burst at one of the Hunters. The alien raised his arm shield and felt the bullets dent the armor. The bullets ripped through the shield and tore into the soft orange belly of the alien. One of the 12.9x99mm rounds severed the Hunter's spine and the massive alien fell back, dead before it hit the ground. Its bond brother roared with rage and charged his deadly plasma weapon. Will saw the green blob appear and knew that it was too late. Suddenly, a shot echoed around him, and he saw the Hunter drop. The Spartan silently thanked Linda's amazing sniper skills.
Explosions detonated around the 'Hog as the Wraith tanks desperately fired their mortars at the vehicle. Fred expertly drove the Warthog and dodged the incoming plasma mortars. If the 'Hog took a direct hit, both of the Spartans would be vaporized. One of the blue plasma bolts screamed towards the 'Hog. Fred pushed down on the pedal as hard as he could and realized that the 'Hog was already at max speed. The Warthog sped directly under the blazing plasma. Even though the mortar hit a few meters behind the 'Hog, Fred felt the internal temperature of his suit rise and began to sweat. The Spartan realized that Will was even closer to the plasma explosion, but Will didn't even complain.
The Warthog was now in range of the Wraith and Will opened fire. The recoil rattled his teeth, but the Spartan kept his hands down on the trigger. The bullets ricocheted off of the thick armor of the tank, but some of the rounds found their mark. The armor-penetrating bullets tore through hatch where its Elite driver sat. The rounds splattered the alien's purple blood all over the cockpit and the Wraith hovered there, dead. The Spartan turned the turret and sighted on the other Wraith. Will opened fire. The Wraith's auto-turrets activated and plasma washed over the Warthog and its passengers. The Wraith activated its boost capabilities and lurched forward, ramming the 'Hog and flipping it over.
Fred's shields dropped as the Wraith hit the Warthog. The vehicle flipped over and both occupants jumped out. Will primed two frag grenades and threw them directly in front of the tank. The shrapnel disrupted the auto-turrets and Fred boarded the Wraith. The powerful Spartan ripped open the hatch and saw a surprised Elite. Fred punched the alien's head twice, crushing the Elite's skull. He pulled out the Elite's carcass and hopped in the tank. Will did the same with the other Wraith.
With the combined force of the Wraith tanks and the remaining Marines, the Covenant invaders were all killed. Linda, Fred, and Will piled the dead Covenant bodies to use as cover for another attack. Suddenly, a gruff male voice came on the COM channel.
"This is Fleet Admiral Hood, Spartans, do you read me? Over."
Fred made sure that his team heard what they were saying, "Yes sir, this is Spartan-104, Spartans 045 and 058 are with me as well. Over."
The Spartan heard the Admiral sigh with relief, "Alright, I need you three to head on south to where New Mombasa was. A bunch of Covenant have completely bypassed our defenses just to go down there like before. I need you three to find out what they're doing and stop them."
"Sir? What about the fusion generators?"
"Don't you worry about that. I've already sent a couple of Pelicans to your position carrying reinforcements. I want you to take one of those Pelicans and go find what those Covenant are up to." Fred heard an explosion and frantic voices in the background. "That's an order, son." And the COM channel went dead.
Linda and Will looked at Fred, waiting for orders. "Well, you heard the man, get ready to dust-off. We're going to kill us some Covenant."
20 minutes later, the Spartans were airborne. Fred stood near the open hatch and gazed out over the land rushing beneath him. Linda sat behind him, configuring the sniper rifle she always carried. Across from her sat Will, who was fast asleep.
Suddenly the pilot's voice broke over the COM and interrupted what they Spartans were doing. "Spartans? I have two contacts coming in from behind. I think they're Banshees, but need confirmation, over."
Fred looked up and saw two small dots approaching the Pelican dropship. Suddenly, the two dots had wings and the telltale purple armor of a Banshee appeared. The antigravity pods of the aptly named Banshees screamed as the aircraft accelerated toward the Pelican.
"Roger that, sir, they're Banshees, and coming in fast." Fred replied.
"Alright, I'm closing the troop bay door, I can't let those bastards have a straight shot into my cockpit. Strap in, Spartans, it's gonna be a bumpy ride."
Fred turned around and took a seat next to Will, who was already awake and alert. The troop bay door slid down with a thud. The two Banshees opened fire with their plasma weapons and scarred the armor of the Pelican. The Spartans shifted in their seats as the pilot engaged evasive maneuvers. Sweat dripped down the pilot's face as the man tried as hard as he could to dodge the incoming plasma fire. The ship rumbled as it took one of the Banshees fired its fuel rod cannons and one of the Pelican's wings took a direct hit.
Fred felt helpless as the dropship took another hit. The Spartan hated the fact that he could die by an unbeatable enemy as much as he hated the Covenant itself. Fred looked at his fellow Spartans. Will sat next to him, looking at the floor. Fred reassuringly touched Will's shoulder and gave a tiny nod. Even though the gesture wasn't much, it spoke volumes and calmed Will down. Linda sat leaned over, staring at the troop bay door, as if she could see right through it.
A panicked voice came on the COM channel, "The ship's engines are hit, and we're losing altitude. Brace yourselves!" Fred looked into the cockpit and saw the pilot grappling for control of the Pelican. The dropship went into a steep dive as its engines failed. The Pelican hit the ground nose first. Plumes of dirt shot up as the dropship slowed and stopped. Fred snapped back and forth in his harness as the Pelican nosed into the ground. His head hit the back of his helmet and Fred blacked out.
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