The Intergalactic War

By Chief Ratchet

(A.N: Umm, not much to say here, except that updates except that I'm really, really, really sorry about how long it took to get this out. Longer Author's Note at the bottom, so I'll keep this short. To avoid even more confusion, a lance is the Covenant equivalent of a fire-team. A Lance Team is a mixed team, with both Covenant and Marines in it. And apart from that, that's all I have to say! And, sorry for taking so long. So continue to enjoy!)

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Chapter 11: Battle of Cato Neimoidia: Occupation

The storm of turbolasers and ion blasts dissipated against the shielding of the Divine Blade without effect, save for rocking it to the left. Of the few bolts that went past, there wasn't enough and they weren't concentrated to do much damage against the UCNC ships. Immediately the UCNC ships moved from the cover of the Divine Blade to fire at the CIS fleet. The Alliance fleet had avoided the barrage by splitting apart into two, and the void in between the two was filled up.

The return volley from the UCNC and the Alliance had much of the same effect, except for the plasma torpedoes. The plasma torpedoes changed course, and destroyed the ships that got hit. Still, it wasn't enough to hold back the tide of CIS ships that swarmed to fill up the gaps created by the plasma torpedoes.

"Cortana, what is the status of our shields?" asked the Arbiter.

"Shields are at thirty seven percent. They are holding, for now. Another barrage like that and we will be in trouble," coolly replied Cortana.

"Then we shall destroy them before they get that chance," growled the Arbiter.

"Agreed." Was the simple answer from Cortana.

"Sir, we have a communication link from the Starfire," said the communications officer. A simple nod from the Arbiter was enough to get the officer, a human, to open the channel.

The face of Captain Dentris appeared on-screen. "Arbiter, I have ten ships that need to move closer in order to be effective. I request that you stay where you are currently, and provide them some cover. Your weapons are more effective at ranges than ours. Good luck, Arbiter." The link closed.

"Cortana, you heard the Captain. Order all UCNC ships to hold fire, and divert all power to charging all of the main weapons. No missiles or pulse lasers. Just MAC guns or plasma torpedoes, or if they have them, energy projectors, or plasma lances. All weapons are to target the front of the fleet. No-one fire before my command," ordered the Arbiter.

The rain of solid projectiles and plasma coming from the UCNC fleet stopped. The ships manoeuvred around to get a good, clear shot at the front of the CIS fleet. Cortana sent timers to the ships to co-ordinate their massed fire against the CIS to punch the hole that would reduce the amount of outgoing fire that would stop the surprise from the Alliance cold should most of the CIS line remain intact.

Before long, the timers hit zero, and massive amounts of fire flew towards the massed CIS fleet. The weapons hit just as the surprise was close enough to be wiped out by the frontal guns of the CIS fleet, but the wall of flame and solids disintegrated the ships at the front before they could begin wiping out the surprise.

Ships exploded violently as plasma melted through hull and flesh alike, reducing skeletal ships to wrecked husks, while the MAC rounds simply smashed straight through the weak shields and armour plating. Their burning hulks careened into other ships around them, sowing more chaos and destruction.

The Arbiter watched as one Recusant with a hole straight through it smashed into the Munificent next to it. The Munificent's shields flared, but failed to stop the Recusant. The shielding failed, and the holed Recusant collided with the bridge tower and rammed it straight off, essentially decapitating the ship. The wounded and uncontrollable Munificent then rammed another Munificent right alongside it. The explosions then disintegrated them both.

In the ensuing chaos, the surprise had made it to the CIS fleet. Ten automated GR-75 medium transports loaded with explosives, and with reactors close to meltdown, ploughed into the CIS fleet, attracting a good deal of attention. Turbolasers that were fired at the ships weren't enough to stop the kamikaze attack, and weren't able to prevent wide-spread destruction. Ten glowing supernovas emerged from the CIS fleet, engulfing ships in a colossal ball of destruction. The blast rumbled past the initial blast radius, and ripped into the fleet. Shielding failed, and hulls buckled under the intense pressure. Smaller explosions dotted the flaming expanse.

When the fire had dispersed, a full third of the once-mighty CIS fleet was wiped out, leaving close to three hundred ships. The three hundred ships then suddenly raced forward, apparently heading into close range battle with the separated Alliance and UCNC fleets, with two hundred CIS ships headed for the Alliance and the remaining ships for the UCNC.

Seeing this, the Arbiter gave an order to all of the ships under his command. "All vessels, divert power to pulse lasers and Gauss cannons! Do not engage the enemy until they are upon us!"

Following the order, the bright red that had been pooling together on a few of the Covenant vessels dispersed. Taking their place, the pulse laser turrets started to glow a bright blue. On the human ships, armour plating started to retract into the ship, revealing a small bay. The bays were unremarkable, except for the fact that they held a single turret with twin Gauss Cannons. Essentially an oversized gauss turret found on Warthogs, the Gauss Cannons were the favoured weapons when dealing with ships that were only a few thousand kilometres away. The turret also held the same advantages as the Warthog variant of the weapon-it could be fired faster.

As the CIS splinter fleet rapidly approached the UCNC fleet, the Divine Blade moved to present its starboard side to the incoming ships. Every weapon on the starboard side charged up, lighting the ship up in shades of red and blue. Behind, the UCNC ships had all close ranged weapons fully charged, and were merely awaiting the arrival of the fleet.

"Cortana, prepare to fire," breathed the Arbiter, watching the sinister fleet closing in on them.

On one of the planet's many bridge cities, Fred was moving down a street with two fire-teams, and a pair of Lances. Forty Alliance soldiers were behind them, blaster rifles at the ready. The group was one of the many sweeping across and taking control of the city. Most of the other groups had seen combat, but their group had only come across a few squads of droids, leaving only trashed heaps of metal behind.

For Fred, the city was too rich for him-most houses were built with marble and decorated with gold doorways, and the ornaments were plentiful. Still, there wasn't a single civilian in sight. He guessed that most of them were evacuated, most likely because of the ensuing chaos that was going to happen.

Already on his radio, he could hear reports of combat, the chatter of automatic weapons fire, and requests for air support. Explosions reverberated across the city every few minutes. A pair SkyHawks roared overhead, following a droid HMP gun/dropship, firing their cannons to bring it and the cargo it carried down. Up ahead was one such HMP, wrecked and burnt. A good amount of large holes indicated that cannons had brought it out of the sky. After sweeping the wrecked interior of the HMP, which revealed no signs of droids, Fred waved the force past the ruined ship and continued on.

All the while, Fred was scanning down the entire street, systematically checking each alley to make sure that the alleys were clear. His motion sensor suddenly showed ten blips moving towards them, and right on que, a squad of battle droids stepped out in front of them, blasters raising, and lining up targets, preparing to shoot. They never got the chance to.

Fred lashed out with his foot the second the droids had come out, even as they lined him and the troops behind him up. The kick simply lifted the first droid's head straight off into the sky. Before the head had hit the ground, Fred had both SMGs up in a firing position and was raining lead at the droids. The last bullet riddled droid had collapsed before the head hit the ground with a loud clang. The skirmish was over in a matter of seconds.

The Alliance soldiers stared at Fred in shock and disbelief. The only people they knew of who were capable of disposing of a squad of droids that quick were the Jedi. Most of the Marines and Grunts were staring at the pile of scrap metal that used to be a Battle Droid squad only seconds before, having heard of, but never seen a Spartan in action, they too were in disbelief.

"Come on, let's move!" ordered Fred. "The sooner we disable the factories, the sooner the battle ends, and the sooner we get the hell out of here."

Overhead, Banshees and SkyHawks continued to deliver their payloads against droid positions, larger concentrations of droids, as well as any droid vehicle, not that there were many. Some even were daring enough as to attack anti-air emplacements. One such Banshee pilot, Kouq 'Vistouee, peeled away from the attack on the emplacement, an Elite grin on his mandibles. The emplacement was now molten metal, and the area around it wasn't much better. Fuel Rod Cannons were very handy in the right situations.

His two wingmen rejoined him, and formed a V shape in the air. They flew over many battles, sometimes firing their plasma cannons at the droids when there were no allies in sight, or near the target zone. They were about to for another run when they spotted a pair of HMPs to his right, this time armed with apparently missiles and bombs. Whatever it is that they are going to do, they will not survive to do it, thought 'Vistouee. With that in mind, he brought up a communication line with his wingmen.

"'Nortomee, 'Vysomee, two enemy bombers to the right. 'Nortomee, you come down from above and make sure they cannot escape. Do not attack unless they are escaping. 'Vysomee, you follow me and destroy the one on the left. I will go after the one on the right. Go forth, warriors of the sky!" he roared.

The three Banshees accelerated forward, activating their boosters to close the distance. 'Nortomee's Banshee started drift higher and higher, until he was above the HMPs, following, but never attacking. 'Vysomee and himself, however, was another matter. 'Vysomee fired first, a green flash as the Fuel Rod shot gracefully arched towards its intended target. It impacted, and the explosion ripped through the armour at the back. The machine however, stubbornly refused to fall, and it was only after a second Fuel Rod blast and a good few seconds bathe in plasma before it started its spiral to the ground. 'Vistouee's HMP attempted to escape, but with 'Nortomee blasting away at it from above, and 'Vistouee's own plasma rounds, it too began its long overdue meeting with the ground.

'Vistouee watched them fall, and after witnessing two explosions, was satisfied. "Good work brothers. Regroup with me, and we will continue assisting the ground troops." The two other Banshees formed up behind him, and together, they sped off again in search on new targets.

General Hiinko, a Neimoidian commander, nervously rubbed and wringed his hands together, placed them behind his back, paced and started the whole process again. The city was under his jurisdiction ever since it had been wrenched away from the hands of the Alliance. Being a Neimoidian, he had made sure that there was plenty of incentives to keep the position. Obviously, money and power had been some of the incentives. But right now, he would have given almost anything to get rid of his position.

"W-w-what's the current status of the city?" he managed to stutter out. A droid manning the various consoles in the room turned to reply.

"74 of the city has been lost to the Alliance and their new allies," the droid said in a monotone and emotionless voice.

"Why have we lost so much in so little time?" demanded Hiinko. "It has only been two hours! The Alliance cannot move that fast!"

"Currently, the majority of the fighting has been done by the new allies of the Alliance. They are sweeping through the city in groups, removing our forces systematically when found, leaving the forces behind to actually take control. There is also a ship in geosynchronous orbit with this city. That may explain why they are getting their soldiers in so fast."

"A ship? Of what type? And what origin?"

"It appears to be a carrier. It is of the newcomer's design."

Hiinko buried his face in his hands. This wasn't a battle anymore. The Alliance had won this round. "Curse you," Hiinko hissed. "Tell the factories to increase the amount of droids built by four times. I want to make sure that they will never forget this battle. And prepare my personal shuttle for launch as well."

Sgt. Kurl of the Grand Alliance Defence Force fired his blaster as fast as he could at the droid in front of him. It took three hits and collapsed into a pile. He dove into an alley for cover, just as another volley of bolts from the droids passed through where he was just moments before.

With his back to the wall he took deep breaths to calm down, and tightened his grip on the blaster. He could hear his team's own blasters firing, an explosion or two as something went wrong, the mechanical voice of the droids requesting back-up and more; all sounds of a fierce battle being fought. He took one last breath, and whipped around the corner, his blaster up and ready to shoot.

The first thing to be shot was a droid, just like any other standing around and blasting away. It went down too easily. The same happened to a second, and a third before he was forced to duck back into the alley. The small battle went on for sometime, and when it was finally over, Kurl ran over to his squad, who were bunched around a fallen figure.

"What happened?" he demanded.

"Soren was hit!" exclaimed one of his soldiers.

"How bad is he?" Kurl asked. Soren was one of the soldiers that had been in his squad for what seemed to be forever.

"Bad enough that unless we can get him to the ships above, he won't survive. He took three blaster bolts. It's a miracle that he's still alive," patiently explained the team's impromptu medic, Reekaj.

"Alright. Where's the nearest rally point that has been set up?" Kurl asked.

"Almost half a kilometre away," answered one of the team.

"Well, let's get going. We don't have much time."

Reekaj and another soldier hauled Soren up, and draped his arms on their shoulders, and started to run for the rally point, hoping that there was a dropship there. Minutes later, they had reached the rally point, which was in a square of sorts. To their relief, an Albatross dropship was in the process of landing, and was only metres from the ground. Also arrayed across the square were other ships-Pelicans, Phantoms and Sentinels were there as well.

They weren't the only ones there either; many soldiers were pouring in, and being handled by the more trained medics. One ran up to Kurl and his squad when they were approaching the ships. The medic was human, but wasn't wearing standard Alliance uniform, and so they guessed he was from the UCNC.

"What's the problem?" the medic shouted. Even here, it was hard to hear much, as SkyHawks continued to pound everything droid to rubble, with the exception of the factories, which were too well protected to go against.

"He took three blaster bolts to the chest!" shouted back Kurl.

The medic then checked Soren again, before pulling out a roll of bandages and a can that read 'Biofoam' on the side, and tied them across the wounds.

"Alright, I think that we should move him to those dropships. I can't do anymore here, and the docs up above have better equipment, and a cleaner environment."

They hefted Soren up, who was now mumbling incoherent words, and lifted him towards one of the Sentinels. The interior of the Sentinel had been hastily reconfigured, with more floor space for the wounded who were now being brought aboard the dropships. Once inside, they strapped him down, and exited the craft.

"Thanks for the assist," said a grateful Kurl.

The medic nodded, and moved off to tend to the many other patients waiting. Kurl turned to address his squad.

"Alright men, prepare to move out. We are down one person, so we have to be extra careful to avoid any other losses. Grab what ever packs you need, and let's go."

Before they could go, a loud engine hissed over their heads. Another Albatross was coming down, and seemed to be loaded to the limit, as it was not exactly a smooth landing. The ramp hissed open, and when it was down, a thudding was heard from within. What came down the ramp, Kurl couldn't take his eyes off.

"What is that?" asked one of the Alliance soldiers, voicing Kurl's thoughts.

The Hunter pair walked off the Albatross without a problem. The Marine who came out next noticed the squad's stares and walked over.

"Hunters. We can't bring any of our heavy vehicles in, so we had to make due with Hunters."

"Listen up people!" shouted a Marine Lieutenant. "Whoever's here, form up, whether you're in the UCNC or the Alliance, it doesn't matter. We're making a final push to the droid factories. Get whatever you need, and then follow me! We got a lot of work ahead of us."

Up above, high in the sky, a far different battle was waged, with far different results. The once combined fleet of the UCNC and the Grand Alliance fleet were separated by a sea of CIS capital ships. The smaller UCNC fleet would have been annihilated, had it not been for a broadside by the Divine Blade, and the detonation of five Shivas. The enormously reduced numbers of the CIS fleet enabled the UCNC fleet to match the CIS fleet. The Divine Blade was taking on four CIS ships- a Lucrehulk-class battleship, and three Providence-class destroyers. The Lucrehulk was heavily damaged, with fires starting to become visible, and many holes scarring the surface of the ship. The three Providences weren't faring as well either-one was practically disabled, with a damaged reactor.

On the other side of the battle, things weren't looking quite up as much. Lacking the power of a ship like the Divine Blade, and also without weapons capable of mass destruction, such as nukes, the Alliance fleet was forced into a melee of sorts against the CIS fleet- a free-for-all of ships, starfighters and laser fire. Battle lines had dissolved, and any attempt at restoring some kind of order to the battle had failed. The result was that the battle was, at least on the Alliance end, a chaotic mess. A bloody chaotic mess.

Onboard the Starfire, Captain Dentris watched the battle with growing concern. They were losing more ships to the CIS fleet with every moment that passed. "Communications, try contacting all ships again," requested Dentris.

"There's no point sir." said the communications officer. "Our communications array was destroyed from the last volley."

"Then keep trying!" exploded Dentris. Taking a deep breath, he continued, in a more controlled tone. "I know that our communications array was hit. However, if we cannot get some semblance of order, then things are going to turn out far worse than they already are."

As to prove his point, a Nebulon-B frigate floated past, firing turbolasers as normal. Out of nowhere, a pair of high-yield proton torpedoes, most likely fired from a Providence-class destroyer, struck the walkway connecting the two sides together, and cracked it, as well as the spine. The two halves floated away, the lights starting to dim.

"I'll keep trying sir," said the communication officer, typing furiously on the keys.

Dentris sighed. "In the meantime, divert more power to the engines. We are sitting ducks out here." The engines of the mighty warship rumbled, and the ship lurched forward. The turbolaser batteries continue to fire, spewing a steady stream of green laser fire. A flash signalled the detonation of an X-Wing as it was hit by multiple lasers fired from the trio of Droid Starfighters that were tailing it. The remains of the burnt chassis crashed into the shield of the Starfire and disintegrated.

Far away, on a distant planet, a battle was raging fiercely. The location was a sprawling metropolis, a once great city now infested with droids, who had dug in. A golden Field Master waved his warriors forward amidst a storm of blaster fire coming from the bunker up ahead. A red rocket whooshed past, and missed the Field Master's head by mere centimetres. A blast of heat behind indicated that a Marine wielding a M19 had launched the rocket. Fire blossomed out, and when the smoke was cleared, there was a hole in the bunker's side, which promptly had another rocket launched into it. The entire bunker detonated, the ammunition supplies stored inside exploding.

The Field Master continued to advanced, and ordered his soldiers to do the same. The bulk of the battalion strength force of Elites and Marines continued to sweep the city relentlessly, with the Field Master lagged behind. Without warning, a series of blaster bolts struck the golden Elite's shields, which flared up, and blocked the blaster fire from harming the Field Master. He gave a growl, and whipped around, a Plasma Rifle in hand. He saw the offenders, a group of five Battle Droids. He expertly threw a Plasma Grenade, which adhered and detonated. Before the excess plasma had cleared, he fired his Plasma Rife into the mess.

He walked through the dust, and looked down. Four had been destroyed, and the last one was on the ground. Its legs were blown off, and the chest armour had three holes burnt into it, revealing exposed circuitry. The machine still struggled to rise, and attempted to blast the Field Master staring down at it. Weak, the Field Master thought. It wasn't worth him using plasma on it. He raised his leg and brought his boot down on the chest, grinding the machine to the ground.

"Cleanse this place of these pathetic machines," he snarled into the communications channel to the rest battalion he was commanding, even as explosions echoed across the line, battle cries and curses included.

On yet another planet, a company strong group of Stormtroopers held a fort deep inside a city against constant droid assaults while the scientists inside evacuated. Flying above, a wing of Phantoms and Pelicans assisted in the mass destruction. The Phantoms had their old purple shade back, and sported triple Plasma Cannons, sacrificing troop space for firepower. And firepower it was. The triple plasma cannons could reduce any attacking group into a mass of molten slagged metal. Not even the shielded Droidekas could stand up to the amount of plasma the cannons spewed out. The walls of the fort had many E-Web cannons mounted, spraying out blaster bolts at an incredible rate which also added to the firepower that was hammering the droids.

Droid fighters swooped in, knocking out three Pelicans and two Phantoms, as well as damaging a fourth, before being chased away a combination of missiles and blaster fire. The battle would continue for hours, consuming fighters of the ground and the air from both sides. Soon enough, the ground was clogged with the remnants of droids and wreckage of crashed Pelicans and Phantoms, intermixed with downed droid Starfighters.

On Cato Neimoidia, Fred instinctively ducked as the hulking form of a Super Battle Droid raised its wrist and aimed at him. A rocket flew past, and blew a respectable hole in the wall behind him. He fired bursts from his Battle Rifle at the machine, all of which struck with precision around the area where the shape of a head was. The machine staggered back, and attempted to fire off another rocket. A burst from Fred's Battle Rifle caused its aim to shift, and the rocket flew into the sky. Two consecutive bursts were sufficient to send the machine to the ground.

Behind him, the combined fire of so many Battle Rifles and blasters were enough to send three more to the scrap heap. A grenade was enough to send a fourth down, bringing the squad of Super Battle Droids down. A selection of Marines, Elites and Alliance soldiers cautiously stepped out of the rubble and buildings they had been using for cover. A few observed the droids that had only just recently destroyed, however, the rest stared at the enormous structure that was the droid factory.

A steady stream of smoke from molten metal slowly rolled out of funnels, and even from a distance machinery could be heard, churning out droids in a desperate effort to swarm the UCNC and Alliance attackers in the city. Fred opened a communications line to the Arbiter. There was static for a few seconds before the line was established, and the Arbiter's deep voice was heard. "Yes?"

"Arbiter, this is SPARTAN-104, we have reached one of the factories. We are ready to proceed," reported Fred.

"Good work SPARTAN. I'm receiving other reports of the rest of the soldiers. They too have reached the factories. Unfortunately, I must order you to hold your position. It is a fruitless effort to continue onwards and destroy the factories from within. I am sending the frigate Celestial Spirit to orbit. Give co-ordinates, and the Celestial Spirit will bombard the factories from orbit. Pulse Lasers are more accurate than Gauss Cannons. Make absolutely sure that your co-ordinates are correct. Arbiter out." The line cut off.

Fred waited a moment, then the communications channel to all UNC forces on the city was opened.

"All UCNC soldiers, this is the Celestial Spirit. We are awaiting co-ordinates. Pulse Lasers are charged and ready to fire."

The SPARTAN waited before motioning forward a Marine holding a Sniper Rifle. "Private, transmit co-ordinates to the Celestial Spirit," ordered Fred. The private nodded, and raised the Sniper Rifle, before transmitting the location of the factory.

Seconds later, a blinding flash appeared above them as the Celestial Spirit discharged a single laser. The blue beam came down on the factory, melting through armour and foundations. Metal buckled, strained and melted under the heat of such a shot. Two seconds later, flashes happened across the entire city as multiple Pulse Laser turrets discharged lasers to every factory. Fred watched the spectacle without emotion.

"Celestial Spirit, the target has been destroyed," he reported.

Across the entire communications network, reports echoed across, all about the destruction of factories. Across the landscape, fires raged as the last of the droids were destroyed, and smoke blanketed the sky as factories, droids, and homes were consumed by fire, the result of war.

On Mustafar, a recently re-created CIS council sat, reading through reports. There were reports for losses, and even a report for the number of losses the Alliance had suffered. It had taken their collaborator within the Alliance close to two days to get this information. Still, the UCNC losses were not found, due to the fact that they had essentially refused to release any information. One of the members, a Neimoidian stood up, and slammed a fragile fist down on the table.

"How?" The Neimoidian's voice was choked with rage. "How did this, this, this catastrophe happen?"

"Sit down," demanded another member. "And how did it happen? Didn't you read it? They bombarded the factories from orbit- a very daring manoeuvre."

"It doesn't matter. The factories at Cato Neimoidia aren't as important as the ones on our other worlds. We can still rebuild from the losses."

"Besides, we have another matter to attend to. We have received a very, intriguing, offer from someone in the Alliance. We will need a majority, though, if we are to accept this offer."

The relevant reports were read, and processed by the members of the council.

Mizor, the leader of the council, spoke up again. "Those in favour, say aye."

On another edge of the galaxy, on a thoroughly conquered and subjugated Kamino, Taun We strolled through the gleaming white corridors. Some of the corridors were still marked by the battle, and Battle Droids patrolled through the city. Taun We slipped past another patrol, and after a quick check around, she slipped through a secret passageway in the way.

The passage led her to a turbolift, which she took. Everything flashed by as the lift descended into the stormy oceans, protected by a mere metre thick glass that showed the surrounds off quite well. The lift slowed, and ground to an halt, before silently sliding open. Taun We was now underneath the violent seas of Kamino, in a highly secret cloning lab. It had been constructed, but never had a use. Until recently, when the CIS invaded.

Inside, the tall lanky Kaminoan was surrounded by hundreds of glass tubes, each holding clones. Below, marched almost a thousand Clone Troopers, 'relics' of an age old war. They were training in simulations, marching in battalions, or practicing with live ammunition. Trainers had been smuggled in, and had been training the clones. Everything needed for an uprising was here. The facility was the cloak, concealing everything, the clones were the swords, ready to battle, and all that was left was the dagger, for silent operations too cumbersome for a normal clone. Taun We entered another part of the secret facility, and was faced with a security access panel. She entered her code, and the door slid open.

She stepped inside, as was greeted by a series of clicks as clips were secured, and within moments Taun We was facing down the barrels of four DC-17m ICWS blasters.

A.N: My gosh, how long did this take me? Blame everything from chronic laziness to lack of inspiration for the length of time it took me to get this out. Now, serious matters. First of all, yes, I have played Halo 3. Yes, it is good. Unfortunately, the storyline has screwed up several things I had planned. So, let's disregard it, eh?

Also, many changes had been implemented in Halo 3 that I thought was good (e.g. the SMG is useful! And it sounds awesome to), so, remember that new SMG I had introduced? Well, say bye-bye to it, and hello to the Halo 3 SMG. Also, the automatic Battle Rifle is bye-byed, but it's still here, just not automatic anymore, the MA5C has taken that job. Additionally, I'm going to introduce several things from the up-coming Halo Wars as well, mainly the vehicles. Since it hasn't been released, a good deal of it will be what I think it would be, so when it comes out, don't be surprised if what I did isn't the same. Sorry about the quality of this chapter, I needed this one done with, which was hard to do with me running out of material to rely on which also explains the two quick point of view changes. Now that school's almost over, I think the next update HOPEFULLY won't take as long. So, R&R and see ya!