*Author's Notes*
Hello everybody, DemonicalFox here with another chapter for this beloved fic. (It is actually kind of popular apparently. Didn't really expect that) Sorry for the long wait but there was fair warning at the bottom of chapter six. Just a heads up for anyone who wanted to submit an OC: The OC roster is full. The team cap was set at six per the standard for the actually Destiny game. Any more than that and I might mix up the character's personalities or something. If you still want to see your character in this story I might have them assisting the main characters or something, nothing too big. But I was thinking about doing a spin-off from this at a later point. If you still want to see your OC used for something than that would your best bet. Right now the current OC roster list stands with the following OC's and one halo character. (All rights reserved for whoever made the character Noble Six)
Fire Team Sundown:
Noble Six (Spartan III of the UNSC)
Lily (Exo "sister" to Alicia and OC of DemonicalFox777)
Alicia (Exo "sister" to Lily and OC of DemonicalFox777)
Jaguar (Human hunter and OC of OpticSniper)
Luke Reagan (Human Titan and OC of TheDemonFurry)
Fredrick (Human Titan and OC to Freddy0502)
A special thanks to those that submitted an OC.
On with the story…
*End Author's Notes*
I'm going to be completely honest with myself here; this is definitely a low point. At first things were going fine aside from having to separate from the rest of the team. I quickly found what appeared to be easy access to the floors above via a sealed off stairwell. It never crossed my mind that the stairwell was in fact sealed off for a reason. That very reason happened to be right in front of me or at least above me for about another thirty feet. The concrete stairwell was intact for the first few flights up however it very quickly gave way to crumbly bits of concrete with rebar being the only thing giving a hint to what used to be there in its place. I managed to slowly work my way up the stairways without too much trouble other than the occasional "too close to falling through the floor moment". However all that effort was for naught it seems? Fate was having a field day with just fucking with me it seems.
First the business on Reach, then the shit storm that was the boarding of the covenant ship above Reach. After that was the whole mess of waking up in the Comsodrome with only three limbs to speak of. Undergoing a surgery for robotic prostheses and then ending up on this suicide op that I had suggested myself. Being separated from my team and now finally this. After climbing up a decaying stairwell for about ten minutes only to be met with a lack of said decaying stairwell for about thirty feet up. Yep, fate is having a hell of a field day or actually it's more like a field month, all things considered.
I sighed in defeat, giving up the hope I held for an easy way to regroup with my team. I was going to have to do this the hard way. I put my pistol back in its respective place and unsung my rifle from my back. I pulled back the cocking mechanism and chambered a round. The wall across directly in from of me, nearly seven feet away, was the most intact wall meaning that it was my best bet for what I was about to do. I took aim with my rifle and fired the first round into the wall at about head height. The round impacted with the wall with a resounding bang that echoed in the stairwell. I waited a few seconds, observing my handy work before beginning to take aim again. Before I could fire the second round my helmet crackled to life.
"Six, what's going on? We heard gunfire." Jaguar's voice came over the radio.
"It's nothing to worry about, focus on coming up with a plan."
"Okay, speaking of which we might have something in the works. We'll go over the details when we regroup.
"Understood, Six out."
Now with that out of the way I could focus on the task at hand. I took aim once more with my rifle and fired away at the wall, only this time three feet above the first one. I repeated this process until I had holes spanning the wall for about thirty feet up and half a mag left. I swapped out the half spent mag for a fresh one before replacing the rifle on my back. I took a few steps back before sprinting towards the end to the concrete and leaping over the seven foot gap only to collide full force into the wall with my right hand embedded into the bullet hole in the wall.
Time to see if this new arm was actually worth all the trouble and hopefully it wouldn't give out on me because my body weight exceeded the arms capacity. I hauled myself up a little and placed my left hand firmly into the next hole and slowly let go of the previous hole. My arm held without any problems or signs of strain, seems this thing is quality stuff. I pulled myself up to the next one and placed my foot in the first hole. First rule of free climbing, always keep to points of contact with the wall. While I could fall without risk of injury or such it would be a setback that I couldn't afford right now. I had places to be, stuff to blow, and an invasion force to repel.
I continued like that; hand over hand, until after ten minutes of climbing I reached the last hole in the wall and was thirty feet up in a dark stairwell. Looking directly behind myself I was met with the relieving sight of stable ground. An outcropping of concrete of about six inches hung in the doorway that led to my desired gantry way and only seven feet of empty space stood between me and it. I hauled myself up with my left hand until my legs were between me and the wall and bent at the knees. I was going to have to jump from the wall over the gap and to the outcropping seven feet away and pushing off the wall would in theory aide in my temporary flight across. I tensed myself up in anticipation for the upcoming exertion and a split second later I let go of the wall and gave a mighty push off the wall, leaving two boot sized imprints in my place. For a few seconds I felt weightlessness and then that was immediately followed by the feeling of freefall. By this point I had already crossed four feet of the seven foot gap and was now reaching out another two with my arms. Maybe I should have climbed farther up before I jumped because this is cutting it a bit close. I managed to grab onto the outcropping just barely with my arms and then the rest of my body decided to collide with the rest of the wall.
After a brief period of catching my breath I hauled myself up from the ledge and got to my feet. Looking back down into the stairwell led me to the unanimous decision to never climb up a stairwell like that again. I looked around myself and was met with total darkness. I grabbed my pistol from its place on my thigh and thumbed the under barrel light on. Bright light sprang forth from the device and this time with the aid of the flashlight I was able to take note of my surrounding.
I was at the beginnings of the mostly intact gantry way that I had spied from a few floors down. That was good. Now all I had to do was cross over and find a way to link up with my team; simple enough. I brought my pistol to bear, both for the light and because this was hostile territory. The walkway led across the mad made canyon a full forty feet before abruptly stopping at the foot of a heavily rusted door. I wasn't even going to give the thing the benefit of the doubt and forwent the handle and just kicked it. The door caved inwards, swinging on its rusted hinges with the sound of a whaling banshee and a newly placed boot print to go with. I'm definitely not the most subtle of people, maybe a Spartan, but definitely not people.
As soon as the door swung in I brought my pistol to bear again, its light lancing through the darkness and illumination a room that strongly resembled an artillery bunker. Gigantic shells littered the floor, both spent and unspent alike, and there was an empty weapon locker on the wall that housed the doorway in which I was standing. Apparently this wall had defense system that have long since been abandoned to the mercy of time if the amount of rust that covered the giant weapon in the middle of the room was any indication. However, besides the ancient piece of weaponry, there was something else that caught my eye. The far wall, the one the artillery piece was facing, was rusted and had handle bars welded to it. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together to come to the conclusion that the wall was movable.
I approached the metal wall and grabbed one of the handle pieces that was completely rusted and gave a small pull. The wall moved a little, creating a small gap between itself and the left side wall of the room. Curious as to what I might see outside I poked my head through the gap. Down below was the Fallen staging ground. Off the right was a vehicle motor pool of sorts with strange walker tanks and what looked to be the Fallen's version of a ghost. To the left were entire platoons of Fallen soldier getting armed and organized for the upcoming invasion. And right below me were ships were airlifting supplies and troops into the area at a sort of drop off point. This was definitely an optimal point for scouting out the enemy. High enough up that one wouldn't likely be spotted but still low enough to be able to accurately observe.
I pulled my head back from the opening and turned my com on.
"Six here, I've crossed over approximately two floors above you."
"That's great; can you find your way down to us?" Alicia replied.
"Negative, I'm in some kind of artillery bunker without any other way out. But I have an optimal point to observe the Fallen staging grounds and there's unexploded ordinance in here."
"Understood. How good a shot are you Six?" Alicia inquired, curiositys lacing her voice over the coms.
"I can handle myself, why?"
"My ghost will take my rifle to you. You'll provide over watch with Reagan while Lily and I place the explosives. You should put you charges on that ordinance and dump it over the wall when we detonate ours."
"Solid copy, transmitting my coordinates to you."
A small pause and then an odd electronic sound.
"Alright, my ghost is on his way to you now, ETA three minutes."
"Understood, I'll be ready on your mark, Six out."
All that was left to do now was to prep the explosives and wait for the Tower to give the go ahead to start the bombings; I hate waiting. Spartans always hated waiting. We were taught from day one to go on the offensive. They say patience is a virtue and it's not wrong.
A grey blue light suddenly flooded the room from the door way, illuminating the room and casting my shadow across the wall. In response to this sudden illumination I drew my rifle and pulled back the bolt.
"Wait, don't shoot!" Came a mechanical voice from the light source.
I restrained myself from pulling the trigger out of instinct. This had to be Alicia's ghost, since the Fallen would have opened fire on me as soon as the spotted me; still, I didn't lower my rifle out of caution, I've been wrong before.
"Identify yourself." I spoke up, breaking the silence.
"You weren't kidding when you said that you lacked social graces." It said with an indignant huff and flicked its light off allowing me to see who was projecting said light.
It was Alicia's ghost or some one's ghost at least. They didn't really have any distinguishing markings to identify them with.
"I brought you her rifle. Just be care full with it, she just bought this one and she's kind of protective of her stuff."
I could understand that. But what I couldn't understand was the lack of a certain rifle.
"Where's the rifle?" I asked while putting my rifle away.
"Here." Was all it said before another grey blue light projected itself from the ghost's center piece, and then piece by piece, the light began to take the shape of a sniper rifle. The process only lasted for a few seconds, starting with the stock, then the body, followed by the barrel, and then the scope. And the last half a second was spent filling in the smaller details of the rifle like the scope and accompanying knobs, the trigger and magazine, and then the color, which was a non glare violet paint job. The rifle itself was impressive even if the color choice was a little questionable, but I suppose it's fitting for the owner.
I grabbed the rifle out of the air before it could clatter to the ground and probed it up against am overturned desk nearby. I turned around and just barely caught the four mags that ghost had just finished materializing before they too could fall to the ground.
"I'll be heading back now." Was all that he said before he flicked his light back on and floated out the way he came.
I get the impression that he doesn't like me very much, oh well. He better get over it because he's stuck with me for the foreseeable future.
I put three of the mags down on the desk with the rifle and set about examining the last mag in my hands. It was roughly seven inches long and spring loaded with six elongated rifle bullets, each one about three inches from tip to primer. All in all I had twenty four rounds for the sniper and I still had my rifle and pistol. I set the last clip down on the desk with the others and set about the room looking for as many of the unexploded artillery shells as I could find.
After a few minutes of searching, my efforts had turned up four six shells with minimum corrosion on their shells.
I could definitely work with this. I could attach my two explosive charges to their own shells and throw them over the side in groups of three. First two shells without explosives and then one with an explosive. I'll wait for all three to hit the ground and then I'll hit the detonator.
Wait-wait –wait! I don't have the detonator, shit! The others must have the switch and I'm assuming that it only takes one push of a button to set off all the charges at once. If I wait to prime them until after the others detonate their explosives then I should be fine. I'll just let the others now when to push the detonator for my charges. That should work, or maybe not. This entire plan is going to be a trial by fire thing, I can already tell.
I removed one of the charges from my back and grabbed the first of the six shells. It resembled a small missile without the fin stabilizers on the back. Once colored a dull olive green with a polished brass tip was now rust colored brown and tarnished brass tip. Hopefully these things still blow up like they used to.
The charges had an adhesive backside for attaching it to surfaces. I peeled off the strip, exposing the adhesive side and attached it to the artillery shell. I gave a small tug to it, pleased to see that it didn't budge, and put it aside away from the other ordinance. I grabbed another shell and repeated the process over again and put it with the others. I had two groups of shells now, one group for the charges and one for shells without charges. I moved them over to the sliding wall for easier access to them when the fighting starts.
Hopefully things were going well with the others.
My com came to life once more.
"This is the Tower to Fire Team Sundown, over.
I waited for one of the others to pick up the com and answer back; they were more familiar with the Tower than I was anyways.
"This is Reagan, go ahead Tower."
"Be advised, Fallen are airlifting AA guns into the area. We can't give you air support during the assault if those are online, over.
"Copy that, AA guns are priority one targets."
"Affirmative, Tower out."
Well that was brief.
"Six, can you see where they putting the AA's?"
I took another look outside and sure enough two new drop ships were lowing to the ground an odd looking piece of equipment that slightly resembled an AA gun. They dropped it off right in the middle of the staging ground.
"I've got eyes on it. They put it right in the middle of the hot zone."
"Damn, that complicates things. Alright, we'll come up with a plan and get back to you, how copy?"
"Solid copy, Six out."
With that I severed the connection and settled down near the opening in the wall as to keep an eye on the happenings outside.
With the others…
(Lily's POV)
"An AA gun! You've got to be kidding me!" Lily half yelled in the dim, rusted bullworks of the wall. Reagan and Jaguar had just returned from a recon analysis of the enemy staging ground when they received the transmision from the Tower about an AA threat.
We were all sitting around in what was probably a storage room at one time. Alicia was pacing back and forth in the middle of the dimly lit room while I sat in the corner upon a storage crate for something; the lable had been rendered illegible long ago at the hands of time.
"I'm afraid not. The Tower can't offer any air support for the main assualt if that gun is online by the time Zavala starts his attack." Reagan said with crossed arms and probably a frown underneath his helmet.
"And the assualt will fail and we'll suffer heavy losses during a retreat by strafing enemy fighters. That gun needs to go or this assualt will be over before it even began." Jaguar finished with a huff.
"Alright, so how do we go about doing getting rid of it?" I piped up from my spot on a crate.
"Well, its not going to be easy. From what Six told me, they're placing the AA gun right in the middle of their camp to cover as much ground." Reagon explained while moving a closed fist to prop his head upon in thought.
"We can use the charges to blow it!" Alicia exclaimed with hope of an easy fix to the kink in the plan.
"How are we going to go about getting one of the charges to the gun though. Its not like we can ask them to blow up their own weapons for us." Jaguar countered with a hint of exasperation in her voice.
Her comment gave me an idea. Without further thought I placed my hand to the built in ear piece in my helmet and hit the transmit button.
"Six, this is Lily, you copy?"
There was a brief moment of silence both on the com and in the room as everybody stopped what they were doing to observe what I was doing.
"This is Six, go ahead." His gruff voice sounded over the radio.
"Can you look outside and see if there is anything outside that the Fallen are moving towards the supply crate; generator or munitions crate maybe?"
"Give me a sec." Was his answer.
A few minutes of silence followed that answer, the only sounds in the room being the sounds of shifting armor from my fellow Guardians as we anxiously awaited his answer.
"It looks like their moving a few crates towards in the general direction of it. I cant tell what they are though." He explained.
"Thanks Six, we'll contact you again when we finish the plan, out."
"Copy that, Six out."
With that the radio went silent again.
"What was that about?" Jaguar asked, curiosity entertwined with her words.
"If we can get one of the charges onto something that there going to place withing close proximity of the AA gun than we can blow it without having to go all the way out there to do it ourselves." I explained with a bit of pride showing due to the fact that I came up with the plan on my won.
"Works for me." Reagan said. The others nodded in agreement as well.
"Okay then, Jaguar, you place the charge. Make sure that it wont be detected before we blow it. Alica, Lily, you handle the other charges. Split up and place them on key targets. Anything that can do a lot of damage or blow up real good would be preferable. I'll get on the com and fill Six in. When your done with your task regroup at the here and wait for the others. Move quickly, we have a deadline to make." Reagan ordered. While he wasn't exactly the team leader, not that we had one at the moment, he did have the most expeirence in this kind of a situation.
I grabbed my rifle from its leaning postion agaisnt the crate and pulled back on the bolt, chambering a round, and hopped off the crate with my demolitions bag still strapped to my person. I glanced at Jaguar and saw her hand one of her two charges to Alicia. I walked out of the room, closely followed by Alicia and Jaguar while Reagan stayed behind to fill Six in on the plan. We were finally going to do something productive and it felt great.
We walked out of the store room and into the rusted hallway outside. We kept walking for about five minutes until we came across desired destination, a maintence tunnel that would lead straight outside. I heard the safety's click off on our respective weapons and Alicia opened the door. The door swung open with little resistance revealing another dark tunnel. Apparently there were still a few things that time had forgotten about. Jaguar walked in first with her rifle raised and at the ready, a rail mounted flashlight flooding the tunnel with white light for about twenty feet in front of us. Alicia followed closely behind her and I brought up the rear with my shotgun in hand.
We walked the tunnel for another ten minutes before it emptied out into the open, about a hundred or so yards away from and to the left of the Fallen landing zone. As soon as we exited the tunnel, we sprinted across twenty yards of open ground for a nearby grouping of rocks. Suprisingly we didn't attract any attention from the gigantice landing force. So far, so good, right?
It was still night outside and would be for about another thirty minutes before the sun broke the horizon if the internal clock of my helmet was to be believed. It wouldn't be long until the Tower launched its assualt against the invasion force; we would need to pick up the pace if the assualt was to be a successe. With a silent glance around I saw that the others were having similar thoughts about the mission through their body language.
I poked my head out from behind a peticularly large rock to observe the landing zone. The AA gun was only just being set up now, but it would still be ready before the assualt began. Directly infront of us was an area set aside for the organization of troop placement and other such things. Commanders could be seen walking the ranks of the Fallen and conversing with eachother over data charts. That would be a could area to bomb; take out the head and send the body into dissaray. Farther into the camp was a munitions dumb. Rifles were being loaded and checked while more crates were being pulled off transports and organized accordingly. Another prime spot for a well place explosive. The munitions would make for a nice bit of fireworks and destroying their weapons before they had a chance to be turned against us was an added bonus.
Next to that was a vehicle depot; walker tanks were being formed into battalions and pikes were being outfitted for heavy combat. That was definetly a priority target. If those machines of war should be left intact during the assualt, we would suffer heavy casualties trying to take them out. They definetly needed to go.
And finally, the last thing that could possibly be worth expending out meager explosives on was a small airfield of sorts. Skiffs were settling down on the ground, their weapons being loaded and engines refueled. By the time we worked our way over there we would have hardly any charges left. We would have to radio the Tower to tell the bombers to specifically target the airfield. If we could nail the majority of the ships before they left the ground, and provided that the AA gun is offline, then we would have total air suppiority.
I pulled back from the edge of the rock to look back at Alicia and Jaguar, who were in turn looking at me expectantly.
"Looks like we have a few targets to choose from besides the AA gun. There's a personel are with quite a few officers, a munitions dumbs next to that, a vehicle debot, and then an airfield." I explained in a hushed voice.
"Okay, whats the plan?" Alicia aksed.
"Jaguar, let me see your knife." I asked.
She hesitated, but only for a second. I always found that peculair about hunters. If you ever asked them for a knife, unless you were close friends with them or it was a dire situation, most of them would flat out tell you no. I asked Alicia about it once and she explained it to me like this: Borrowing a Hunter's knife is like asking a Titan for their armor. It leaves them feeling like they're naked and vulnerable. Maybe that's how Six felt without his armor; he did behave like a Titan after all.
After the brief hesitation, Jaguar unsheathed and handed over an ornate and sharp looking knife. The blade and the guard was a shining, relfective chrome while the handle was snow white, and painted on the base of either side of the blade in white was a white jaguar in full stride with claws outstretched and fangs exposed in a snarl. This was definetly something that she must have taken pride in having, and much to her and Alicia's horror, I began to use it to draw in the dirt at our feet.
She reached out and took ahold of the hand that housed the dagger with a vice like grip.
"What the hell are you doing!" She half hissed half growled through clenched teeth under her helmet.
"Using it to draw out a map, what does it look like I'm doing?" I asked feining ignorance at the act that was considered taboo among Hunters. Using a masterpiece like itself to draw in the dirt, oh the horror! What good was a knife if you were to afraid to use it anyways.
"If I had known that was what you were going to do with it I would have given you a different one." She said while retrieveing her knife from the hand that was still imobilized in her grip. Then she let go of my hand and drew a smaller knife from its housing on her belt. This one was much simpler in design and looks; just a plain matte black, stainless steel throwing knife.
I picked up were I left off in the dirt, drawing a rough outline in the dirt that was supposed to closely resemble the massive encampment in front of us. When it was all said and done, we had a roughly accurate depiction of the camp and a fuming Jaguar. Alicia still hadn't spoken up; I think she's still in shock about the knife thing.
I stood up from my place in the dirt and offered Jaguar back her throwing knife by the handle.
"Thanking for sharing." I said in the most innocent voice I could muster, just to tick her off even more. Of course, this was all in good fun.
She took the knife back and began to clean the blade of any traces of dirt before replacing it in its sheathe at her belt.
I crouched down in the dirt again, this time gesturing for the others to do the same. They mimicked me and crouched down in the dirt.
"From what I could see, this should be an accurate depiction of their camp."
I began to point at various markins in the dirt and explain what the markings were repersenting. Circles for the officers, x's for the munitions dumb, a square for the AA gun, hash marks for the vehicle depot, and finally a small grouping of pebbles no bigger than a thumb nail for the air field.
"Okay, Jaguar, it looks like the crates that are being moved to the AA gun are mobile generators still being off loaded from skiffs in the Airfield and munitions crates coming out of the ammo dump. I recommend using one of the munitions crates for the bomb, it'll cause a bigger explosion. Your cloaking ability should allow you to make it there and back without too much difficulty, but you'll need you time it right and a safe place to hide and recharge the system; Six should be able to guide you all way there." I explained and was met with a nod of approval.
"That leaves you and me." Alicia pointed out.
"The biggest threat to the assault team is the vehicle depot. The Tower can coordinate the bomber to target the air field during the initial assault, but if those tanks get online, it won't matter. You have more charges and a cloaking ability, so you should target the depot. Look for fuel and heavy munitions; that should cause the most damage. You'll have to tag along with Jaguar all the way to the AA gun."
"Jaguar, you shouldn't have too much trouble doubling back here after you set the charge on the AA gun. Six will guide Alicia the rest of the way through the encampment to the vehicle depot." I explained to them.
Nodding heads in agreement all around.
"Alright, I'll contact Six." I said before touching my hand to the transmit button on my helmet.
Switch to Six's POV
"Reagan to Six, over."
My com came to life once more with the sound of Reagan's voice filling the interior of my helmet. I put my hand to the transmit button.
"Six here, go ahead."
"We've got a plan of sorts. We're going to use one of the crates that the Fallen are moving towards the AA gun as a carrier for one of our charges." He explained.
That was obvious enough. When they asked me about any crates being moved to the AA gun it clicked almost immediately that they were going to use one to deliver an explosive payload.
"Copy that." I replied.
"Do you have everything set on your end?"
"I have Alicia's rifle and I have six unexploded artillery shells prepped for detonation. I encountered a problem though. I only have two of the six shells primed with charges and I was planning on dumping them over the wall in groups of three to cause the most damage. I don't have the detonator though which means that we'll have to work together for this to work, over."
"Solid copy. Jaguar has the detonator so you'll have to give her the go ahead on when to push the button after the main detonation sequence. They already moved to deploy the explosives so you'll have to contact them. I'm relocating to a hole in the wall a floor down from you to provide support, over."
"Understood, Six out."
I terminated the link and opened a new channel to the girls.
"This is Six, does anybody copy." I waited for a few seconds before someone picked up the com on their end.
"Six, this is Lily, listen we have a plan to deploy the explosives across the camp, but Alicia and Jaguar are going to need you to guide them through the camp to the munitions dump and the air field." She explained.
"We have the ability to temporarily cloak ourselves for a brief period of time, but the system will need time to recharge after each use. You'll need to guide us to safe places along the way so the system can recharge without interruption. How, copy?" This time it was Jaguar.
"Solid copy, send me your coordinates and give me a moment to work out a route, I'll get back to you, Six out." I terminated the link once more and grabbed Alicia's rifle which was still propped up against a desk.
I crouched down by the spacing in the wall and braced my body against the wall to reduce swaying with the rifle. I looked through the scope and was rewarded with a more up close image of the Fallen encampment. I pulled the rifle to the left and a grouping of rocks came into view, and behind those rocks stood my teammates. Okay. So I would need to plot a course through the encampment starting from the far left all the way to the munitions dump and airfield with areas where they could safely recharge their systems. No problem.
After a little over a minute I started to have a rough outline of a route that exploited breaks in patrols, blind spots in sentry positions, and the small amount of cover from stacked crates and equipment. I waited another few minutes, double checking the route for faults or irregularities in the patrols, but came up with the same result. With some coordination a fair bit of luck, we could pull this off.
"Six here, I have a route planned out, but you'll need to move quickly to avoid detection."
"Copy that, we need to get moving now. Reagan just radioed. The Tower is performing final preperations for the assualt now; says the approximate ETA is twenty minutes out." Lily spoke through the com system.
"Solid copy. I'm ready when you two are."
This was going to be cutting it close. The route I planned would take about twelve minutes to run though if they followed my directions to the letter and there weren't any problems with the Fallen.
There was a brief moment of solitary silence over the com, probably checking there gear, before they both replied over the com; "Good to go here."
Alright then.
"Okay, go immieditly to your right, all the way to the wall. From there you should be able to follow it until you come to a group of rocks and bushes, take cover in there." I explained while using the rifle scope to look ahead for anything that would through a kink in the plan. That position would put them on the edge of the permitter from the Fallen camp.
"Moving now." Was the only reply and it came from Jaguar.
I pulled the rifle back to their position in the rocks to see them darting out from them in full sprint for about twenty yards before they disapeared in a veil of shimmering waves all together. I couldn't even find a tell shimmer in the air that the Elite's active came gave off. Whatever they used it was more advanced then what the Covenant or the UNSC were able to employ.
I moved my scope back to the spott that I had indicated they should take cover in, and was rewarded with the sight of them decloaking after about a minute and a half of expectant waiting.
Ok, ten and half minutes left for the route, and eighteen and a half for the mission clock.
"We made it Six." Came Jaguars out of breath voice.
"We need a few seconds to recharge the cloaking system though." Chimed in Alicia. She, unlike Jaguar, didn't sound out of breath from the sprinting; guess there are perks to being a robot-I mean Exo. I'm not entirely sure if calling an Exo would be insulting but there's no reason to find out the hard way.
Ten seconds passed before they spoke up again.
"Okay, were good to go."
"You should see crates stacked up like a small pyramid on your right. Do you see them?" I asked. The crates in question were about fourty yards away from them, and in the middle of the Fallen camp; only a few Fallen Dregs stood in the way. Hopefully that cloaking is as effective as I think it is.
"We see them."
"Move now." I said.
They cloaked and moved out of the bushes slowly as to not make any noise before sprinting all out to the crates. The Dregs gave no indication that they detected the Guardian's presence as they sprinted past them.
They ducked behind the crates and decloaked.
"Were here, whats next?" Alicia spoke up. I could here Jaguar panting in the backround.
Maybe it was best that she had the shorter route.
"This is were you split up. Jaguar, place a charge on a crate at the from of the stack, then use the same route to get out." I explained.
She recloaked before creeping around the edge of the stack and setting a charge on the backside of the foremost crate, then took off in the direction that she had came.
"Alicia, you should see a be able to get to the vehicle depot in one go. There is another stack of crates about thirty yards from your position and right on the edge of the vehicle depot. Go there now and when you need to recharge your cloaking tech. You'll be able to handle it from here on out, right?" I asked.
"Ya, no problem." She said before the com went silent again and she cloaked herself.
Right, now all I needed to do was sit tight and wait for the inevidable clusterfuck, but before that, I had to update Reagan on our progress.
"Reagan, its Six." I spoke.
Silence, then an answer.
"Go ahead Six."
"The rest of the charges are being set now, ETA two minutes."
"Good timing, the Tower's forces are five minutes out. What's the status of the AA gun?"
I looked back at the Fallen encampment, more specificly to the crate that was rigged to blow at the push of a button being moved within ten feet of the AA gun.
"Payload delivered, ready for detonation."
"Solid copy, radio when the rest of the charges are set and your clear on your end."
"Understood, Six out." I cut the com channel and opened a new one to Lily.
"Lily, this is Six, whats the status on your explosives?"
"Set and ready to blow." Came her reply; she sounded anxious for the upcoming battle.
"Copy that, regroup with Reagan, I'll make sure the others follow shortly.
"Alright, and stafe safe up there. Having a rookie die on our watch would make us look bad." She joked as a way to lift some of her anxiety.
"Will do." I said before I terminated the link.
I looked through the scope in Lily's direction to see her stop at the ectrance to the wall before Jaguar decloaked right beside her. They exchanged a few words before entering the tunnel that would take them into the wall.
They were safe, now all that was left was Alicia, and if the fact that she was moving back along the route was any indication, she was done with the charges. Another minute later and she entered the tunnel that the others had.
"Reagan, this is Six, the charges are set and ready to blow." I spoke into the com.
"Copy that, what about the others?"
"They just entered a tunnel that'l take them back into the wall."
"Copy that."
"Tower to Sundown, detonate the charges, the assualt force is here." Zavala half yelled over the com. I guess he was ready for the fight.
"Detonating now." Came Reagans respone.
All at once, the charges detonated. The AA gun burst into pieces, killing a small group of Dregs and a few Vandals. The troop area was in chaos as the explosives set there took out many officers, leaving the rest in disarray. The muntions dump was probably one of the most effective ones. The charges that went off there went off in an intially huge explosion before igniting other crates of ammo and weapons, leading to many secondary explosions. And the vehicle depot was instantly filled with shrapnel and wrecked hulls of the Fallen war machines. The camp instantly came alive like an angry be hive.
On the horizon, I could see the dawning sun and a few dozen squadrons of fighter ship flying the City's colors.
This was it, the fight had finally began, and wether or not we would to see the next sunrise would be determined here. Hopefully, our sabatage efforts were enough to tip the scale…hopefully.
*Author's Notes*
Hello everybody who is still reading this fic. I'm really sorry about the wait for this one. I've been really busy with things like work and camping on the weekends and stuff like that. I kinda feel like this chapter isn't as good as the others and so I would really appriciate feedback on this one. Just let me know about mistakes or if the writing wasn't as good as the previous chapters. I rushed the last half of the chapter so I could post it as soon as possible so that might have been a contributor to errors. I did make this chapter longer than the others as a form of an a apology, I hope that its good enough. I don't know when I'll be able to post another chapter but I will edit and fix mistakes for this chapter if they are brought to my attention. Thanks for reading and stuff, DemonicalFox777 out.
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