Alarm klaxons continuously blared throughout the bridge of the Legacy as Captain Amelia got back onto her feet, having been knocked down from the latest impact. "Damage report."

"Hull breach on the port side, fires have broken out on deck 17."

"Get damage control down there now, and seal off the breach. Fire archer pods 7-10."

Thumps echoed in response as missiles soared out into the void towards the hostile vessel, a simple but no less formidable rectangular construction of black and white bearing the sigil of a heart. The missiles along with a Mac round from the Frigate Harrisburg struck true, drawing some cheers from the crew as the tell-tale signs of structural failure, destroying the majority of the ships weapons. But while it may have ended up crippled, it was not out of the fight, as evidenced by a retaliatory volley of lasers from it's remaining turrets which struck the Harrisburgs primary thrusters, leaving the Frigate dead in the water.

This development drew a hiss of frustration from the Captain, but she took solace in the fact that it wasn't enough to destroy it. Regardless, this thing needed to be killed and fast. "How much longer until the Mac Cannons are ready?"

"Charge is at %95 percent, we'll be ready to fire in 30 seconds."

As if in anticipation of the coming attack, another alarm sounded off. "Massive energy spike from the enemy ship, it's heading right towards us!"

The Captains eyes widened in shock, that thing was going to ram them! "Emergency Slipspace NOW!"

But by the time they could jump, it was too late. For as the unknown ship closed the distance, its reactor suddenly went critical. The subsequent heat and shockwave from the blast was enough to inflict catastrophic damage to the legacy, vaporizing weapons ports, destroying the engines, even parts of the bridge equipment were overloaded, the electrical discharge killing several crew members and wounding the captain.

...

"This is UNSC Atlas to Marshall Lasky. We just lost the Legacy's signal sir."

This was troubling news, the situation on the ground had just recently been brought into control, if they lost their orbital presence now, all of this would have been for nothing. "What about the Harrisburg and Hancock?"

"We still have their signals. With your permission, we'll head back to orbit and aid in rescue operations if possible."

"Granted, and while you're at it, see if you can call for reinforcements."

"Under-'._* Sir, we'll-"

There it was, despite his efforts, it became apparent that the communications were jamming, and Lasky knew that could only mean one thing. Another Kaiju class was nearby, and with it, more of its little friends. "LOOK ALIVE PEOPLE, WE'RE GOING TO HAVE COMPANY!"

True to his word, it wasn't long before the column spotted their destination out in the distance, and with it, the first of a new horde of entities. Witch variants with a red-orange color scheme sent dozens of fireballs at a passenger variant warthog near the front of the column, missing the vital parts and its human crew, but forcing the driver to take evasive action as a rotund variant appeared out of nowhere and crushed the lead warthog, bringing the column to a halt.

The Rotund was brought down by a retaliatory barrage from a Gatling Warthog as a wave of entities, from the unarmored and armored variants, to witches and ones with flamethrowers rushed the human forces. Weapons fire met this advance as the Marshal Football tackled a larger armored variant before pumping a full assault mag into its skull.

The lines quickly devolved into chaos, bullets flew through the air, bladed claws struck armor, the pained cries of unfortunate soldiers pierce the air as they are set on fire. Logan swiftly dispatched a trio of entities with a swing of the Keyblade before using a magnum to deal with a flamethrower.

Some of the Warthogs, primarily Gatling and rail gun types were able to make their way to the front and provide fire support. Quickly turning the tide in their favor and allowing the advance to resume, albeit at a much slower pace. The attacks remained consistent, but Logan noticed that they were not as intense as back on the beach, almost as if something was distracting them.

Sure enough, dozens of ODSTs were spotted in the direction of Traverse Point and heading their way. Their own weapons fire adding to the tide of metal tearing the entities apart as the lead ODST was easily recognized despite being in full armor by the distinct cybernetic prosthetics he possessed. "Aye sir, yer certainly a sight for sore eyes."

"The feeling's mutual captain. I need a strep."

"These heartless bastards have been attacking us nonstop since we landed, the lads have been holding good, but we're running low on ammunition, and nothing we have seems to be effective against the big one they have with em."

"There's a big one with them?"

"Aye, almost as big as a scarab, would've torn us apart were it not for some of the locals, but I don't think even their weapons are hurting it."

The Marshal responded as he held out the Keyblade. "Fortunately I do happen to have something that can damage it."

"An oversized key?"

"We had to deal with our own back at the beach. I don't know how, but trust me, this works. Now where was it's last known location?"

His question was answered by a resounding crack and shing, as one of the larger buildings was cut down, revealing a massive suit of animated armor, or rather segmented sections of purple and silver that operated with terrifying cohesion. "... Nevermind."