Outer Orbit above Miridem

Lasers from the Covenant's CSS Cruisers slashed across the portside of the UNSC Halcyon-class Cruiser Eagle, leaving a deep gash in the side armor. The Warship's prompt response was a wave of Archer missiles striking shields and two of its escorts firing MACs. Captain Richardson, a former cadet, fresh out of Officer School, watched as Covenant fighters approached and, with panic in his voice, demanded "Point-Defense, what the hell are you doing!?"

"There's too many, sir!" A Gunnery Crew member reported. The Captain watched as the fighters streamed past the bridge of his Cruiser. The Covenant were coming in close and, despite 15 of their Warships breaking off to engage whatever just appeared in outmost orbit of Miridem, the UNSC still had nearly a hundred Covie ships to contend with. And the Admiral was not making things easy for them. The inky, dotted blackness of space was lit by the blades of energy that gutted another UNSC Frigate, the Achilles. Richardson knew her Captain well enough to have called him a friend...

Longsword Fighters took to space, engaging the advancing swarm of enemy fighters whilst attempting to also shoot down the enemy's transport craft. One such Longsword was flown by Ace Pilot and Flight Lieutenant Giraud. Her eyes were locked onto a Seraph and her focus was on keeping them on its tail while her Gunner worked his magic. The Machine Cannons in the wings of the Interceptor made the Longsword shudder as they fired. The shields of a Seraph flared and vanished, before three rounds punched into its upper cockpit... It blew apart minutes after.

Backa board the Eagle, the Captain watched with bated breath as the Covenant vessels approached the last 12 UNSC ships in orbit...

And then a wave of light washed over the leading Cruiser's shields, bursting them and gutting through the ventral plasma and laser batteries. The vehicle listed to the left, a deep gash and billowing fire remaining as testament to the impact of the weapons. The Captain swept his gaze over to the left, looking out into the darkness of space... And just as the first ship, an almost shark-like vessel with large fins, the Captain heard "Unknowns are entering combat with the Covenant, sir!" from one of his ensigns. The Alien vessel was painted in silver and white livery and felt more Covenant, but there it was...

Its Starboard pulse laser batteries heated to a bright white again. And the strobe-light pattern of energy weapons striking Covenant Shields once again repeated. Three Cruisers had been split in half by the first volley of the Alien Fleet, numbering around 200 ships of varying sizes. The second volley burned through the enemy's shielding and struck weapons, engines or, in some cases, even the reactors of the Covie vessels.

"Holy shit..." One of the two gunners at the front muttered.

"We're being hailed! Unknown Fleet's flagship!" The Com officer reported.

"On-Screen!" Was the captain's response... Soon, on the central screen of the UNSC Warship appeared the image of a tall, strong man with teal eyes and platinum-blonde hair. At first glance, he seemed fairly feminine, but the warrior's tattoos on his face and his formal, militaristic attire gave him a certain air of nobility and danger. The Captain also confused him for a human at first... Until he saw the sharp, pointed ears. Almost the entire crew of the UNSC vessel froze with surprise.

"... Greetings, Humans." The 'man' started respectfully, after hesitating a bit. "I am Fleet Admiral Benelim of the Defense fleet of Ilroh'ynn. You seem to require immediate assistance." and a beam of energy slashed past the hull of their ship, the response was prompt, a wave of light washing across a Covenant Carrier's hull and a beam piercing the center of the 'neck', cutting the vessel in half.

The Captain felt his mouth dry up as he saw one of the Covies' most dangerous ships be gutted by a smaller vessel. He quickly nodded, then said "Yes... Thank you, Fleet Admiral... I'm Captain Jack Richardson, UNSC Battlegroup Paris... Or what's left of it, anyways. Not to sound ungrateful, Admiral, but... Where the fuck did you and your fleet even come from?"

"The Gates of Hell, Captain." Benelim said nonchalantly. "I can explain to you what I mean later. For now, however, my main focus is the Mon'Keigh Navy that fired at my people."

"Covies pissed you off, then, Admiral?" Snorted the Captain "Good thing we didn't fire first."

"Indeed." Nodded the Admiral. "Stay back, nurse your wounds... We've got the enemy fleet."

The Captain wanted to protest, but he saw the rest of the Admiral's fleet enter battle, their weapons lighting up the darkness of space... And then their Battleships, monstrous in size, came into view. Their Laser and Projectile weapons sent deadly bursts into the Covenant's own vessels yet again as the Covenant returned fire. Plasma washed over the shields of one Eldar warship, whilst another returned fire.

The Covenant found themselves outmatched. The strange Fleet's vessels were far more mobile. The Covenant tried to adapt their shields to the pulsing energy of the massive Laser batteries, but couldn't. Not fast enough, even with all their tech. The Captain watched in awe and silently thanked God they decided not to engage those too... That and the Covies were stupid enough to engage first.

... It felt good to watch the fuckers that burned your planets get bit back...


Groundside. 1 Day since Eldar deployment.

Among the rubble within Miridem's capital city, the Sergeant and his platoon of wounded attempted to make contact via Radio to whatever units they still had. The broken buildings above were a stark reminder to the Eldar with them that these humans, as much as they resembled the Imperium, were ones that were on the back foot and have been for a while. Faen had listened to Reaver talk about their war. 19 years of... This? Beside her were cowering civilians. A mother cradling her two-year-old son, a husband searching for his wife, two children separated from their parents... And many other people, unarmed, wounded, scared... She could feel their emotions strongly resonating around her. Her heart felt like it was sinking the more she stood beside them... It irked her... Caring for Mon'Keigh was not prerogative to the Eldar.

... She had also tapped into the War-... Realm of Souls, while he told his story. She had reached into his mind with hope of finding truth. She found no lie in what he spoke. Only the soul of a citizen soldier burdened by the many lives he had seen end. Even now, as she watched the human work the Radio of one of his wounded comrades, she felt uneasy. These humans were stuck in an endless loop of slaughter against these 'Covenant'... She sighed, straightening up and walking toward him, meeting Caentys and Taevel's gazes halfway through... Before arriving beside him.

"Ballroom, this is Lima-9, do you copy? Repeat, Ballroom, Lima-9 on line 3-5, do you copy?" He spoke hopefully. He let go of the transmit button, only for static to come through... "Fuck..." He swore behind his breath, sliding the long-range communication system's microphone back in and standing up. He turned to the Farseer and said "I can't raise command. Either they were wiped by a Covie advance force or the bastards are jamming our Comms."

"How many of you are there on this planet? Soldiers, I mean." She inquired, her Singing Spear still clasped in her right hand.

"Ten battalions, numbering in total around... 1,500 of us on last census during battle? Fuck if I know how many of the Battalions are still out there." He sighed, looking out toward one of the taller buildings. It bore a sign, of a pyramid with an O in the center. One side was colored black, 'shaded', while the other was pure white. A circle with words and letters in human lexicon.

"What's your unit's mission?" She shifted her own gaze toward the building, trying to sound apathetic.

He pursed his lips, then pointed at the building "Original orders were to get to the ONI Regional Headquarters and evacuate some very important personnel. There were around 40 of us on first drop into the city from Firebase Oxcart." and his gaze turned to the Civilians "When all hell broke loose and we found out there were still Civvies around on the ground, three quarters of my platoon, including superior officers, died before we even got two steps near the buildings where these poor people were."

The Farseer looked over to the people... She'd have probably done the same.

"Yeah, we had a fuckin' job, but..." He looked over to the woman with a sad smile "Hey... We're only human. We save our own when we can."

... Only Human, huh?

She locked eyes with a girl... Couldn't have been older than 17 years, grabbing onto a wounded boy whose arm was in a sling. Then she saw the tired soldiers defending her... And for some reason, her mind put the Eldar in the humans' stead. The dead when the Eldar Empire Collapsed. When Craftworlds were attacked and destroyed, one by one, by Chaos... And visions came... The screams and wails of pain, the heavy hum of Plasma weaponry and a thousand weeping souls... A Craftworld Broken... A vision of the future were they to take any path that meant abandoning the humans...

And a second thread... One showing calm... It was unbroken by the screams of weeping souls. It was just quiet... And then an image flashed, of a flourishing world... Incredible... And Impossible at the same time. The thread of fate followed a path of War that led to a peace. A peace for them, but blurry, unknown as to why... She sometimes hated their prophetic views, but she wished to save her people... So the path of war was the only path she would take in this new world.

She hummed, then looked to Taevel and said "Get us in contact with the Craftworld. Ask for reinforcements... And get our Fire Dragons on the ground. If we're to fight with armor again, I don't want to rely on my psychic powers alone to win us an engagement."

"I take it we are engaging in a campaign of liberation, Farseer?" Taevel asked, a grin on his face.

"We are supporting the Humans for now. Assisting in Evacuation. Set up a Webway Beacon in the street... Meanwhile..." She turned to the Sergeant, who seemed surprised "You said that the Covenant would be jamming your communications... What could they be using to do such a thing?"

"Erm..." The Sergeant shook his head, to clear a slight bit of new confusion, before saying "Possible jammers set up in high points like the ONI building. But without comms, I can't confirm shit. Command could be dead by now and I'd be talking to thin air..."

Faen nodded "Taevel. Get the Pathfinder and his Rangers down here as well... I do not want to be surprised by an enemy's sniper again. They shall allow us to scout out for further possible foes and perhaps for their jammers. We made the mistake of leaving them aboard once today. Never again."

"W-Wait, how the fuck aren't your comms Jammed?!" The Radioman of the platoon finally buckled and asked.

She looked to him, then said "We do not work on your Radio Waves, human." She responded with an air of superiority. "Our Psyche does the communication for us... Our armor allows it to be boosted. And hence..." She turned to the Dire Avengers' Exarch. The man gave a nod of approval and took out a small wraithbone construct. He clicked a button, then threw it outside...

"And once you find the Jammers?" The Sergeant asked. "They ain't exactly gonna be easy to blow up."

"We've got Melta Bombs." Caen smirked, twirling one of the strangely-shaped explosives between her fingers. A bone-chilling hum made the Humans, Civilian and Marine alike, freeze. And soon, scarlet-clad aspect warriors advanced into the room, wearing the Wraithbone armor filled with runes and weapons that emanated immediate heat at the barrels. Following behind the Fire Dragons was a squadron of robe-clad soldiers with longer-ranged rifles in hand.

"Exarch Lauban. Pathfinder Farros." The Farseer nodded. "Good to have you here."

Both of them gave silent nods to their Elder...

"Damn..." Mike intoned, shocked...

"Uh, Sarge?" A hand tugged at his shoulder. One of his squadmates. The two huddled together and the man continued in whisper, glancing back at the Eldar units with a bit of worry "I'm really not likin'em bringin' more of their own on the ground. Call it a hunch. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we're gettin' help, but for now it feels like we're tradin' covies for someone who only seems nicer."

The man knew exactly what his comrade meant... "I know what you're saying, Hitchcock, but I'd rather not put civilians at risk by pissing them off yet. They did help us deal with that Sniper..." And he turned around, noticing the Farseer staring at him with a gaze that simply asked 'Really?'. She turned toward her Exarchs and the Pathfinder and said "Pathfinder, get you and your men to scout out ahead... We suspect the enemy is using some sort of jammers to block the Humans' communications. And do warn us if you find anymore human forces, or civilians. Leave one of your Rangers with us, in case we require Sniper support."

"It will be done." The younger male nodded... And just as the Sergeant blinked, the entire squad, but one, a dainty female, vanished... This was starting to get scary. The Farseer then looked to the Fire Dragons and spoke calmly "Exarch, you and your squadron will lead from the front. Your armor is the strongest and you have our anti-tank capable weapons... If we meet any enemy hovertank or vehicle, you will be the spear which pierces their armor."

"As Khaine wills it, Farseer." The man nodded. "What of the Humans?"

"We keep them safe until they can be acquired by their people." She ordered. "We move only when they move."

"So shall it be." He answered, powering his weapon.

"I'm surprised." Caen said. "I never thought you'd be this keen to help Mon-..." She cut herself off "Humans. We usually work alone, Farseer."

"Call it my intuition, Caen." She nodded. Caen snorted, then nodded. Of course, the Farseer would have some sort of vision leading to the simple fact they needed to keep the humans safe. The Farseer turned to the surprised Sergeant as the Dragons and the Avengers joined his men in forming a defensible perimeter, with their Sniper immediately posting up two floors higher, in the cover of a dark corner.

"Do tell when we're proceeding, Sergeant." The woman noted calmly, readying her Singing Spear. The Sergeant nodded weakly, watching them. Faen watched as he went to help pick up the Civilians and wounded squad-mates. The platoons of Eldar and Humans proceeded to form into a single unit, with the more heavily-armored Eldar units at the forefront and the Farseer in the middle. They maintained formation, though scattered among the ruins to avoid any threat.

They moved quickly and silently between the broken buildings and charred corpses, through alleyways and crossing rubble-filled roads. Until the Farseer stopped the entire unit, now scattered evenly between three alleyways and two destroyed shop-fronts. She and her Huntress leaned against a wall and listened in... Automatic Gunfire and the hum and hiss of assorted energy weapons came from ahead.

"Madam. My fellow Rangers report an enemy holdout in that building ahead." The Female Ranger noted, taking a knee and scoping in the targets with her rifle. The Farseer looked at the building itself. A tall tower of glass, steel and concrete standing tall above the buildings in this area of the town. The logo at the top read 'TRAXUS' and the Farseer watched as a faint pulse came from the top.

"Something's wreaking havoc with my optics, Sarge." A Marine, one of the less wounded ones, reported, a small, scoped rifle at the ready.

"That's a jammer upstairs, then." The Sergeant said. "And going by the Gunfire, some of our boys are engaged and trying to take it out."

"So... We take it out and give you and this other unit a chance to talk to your superiors." The woman said, then looked back and ordered "Taevel, leave three Avengers with the unarmed and wounded. We will take the fight to the Aliens. Assist the Humans." And she got a nod from the man. The team then moved forward, to the sight of three squads of Marines stuck behind barricades. Several wounded, but more on their feet.

One of them turned and saw the Eldar, trying to turn around and fire... But he then saw Mike running beside her, MA5 Rifle in hand. The younger Marine behind the barricade smiled, then cried out "WATCH YOUR FIRE, FRIENDLIES COMING IN FROM THE REAR!" just as Mike's platoon and the Eldar joined them, with the Farseer raising a shield in front of her that stopped and dissipated six Plasma rounds aimed right for her.

The Farseer's soldiers fired. Shurikens struck the walls and support pylons of the TRAXUS building, chipping away stone and armor and forcing the enemy back into cover. There was a turret with three guns set up higher on the stairs leading to the Building's entrance and the Farseer felt a thousand voices in her head as she tried to listen in on the Covenant's minds... Two very big, very nasty creatures seemed to also be present inside.

The Farseer didn't wait any longer, ordering forth the Dragons... Their weapons howled a terrific howl and the Plasma turret on higher ground vanished in a wave of white heat. The Long Rifle of the female scout snapped. An Elite lost its head, collapsing dead to the floor. And Mike's rifle echoed as well. He went to the front of the platoons, to find an elder man holding a Magnum pistol and wearing, instead of the standard UNSC helmet, an officer's cap.

"Major, sir!" The Sergeant saluted.

The Major gave a quick salute back and said "Sergeant Reaver! Nice of you to join us and..." He looked back "Bring Reinforcements, I assume?"

"Sir!" He nodded "These are the Eldar, as they call themselves... Apparently the Covies gave them a glancing shot up in space and pissed them off." and he watched as the Fire Dragons' weapons let loose another wave. The two men watched as the incredibly powerful weapons melted away a support pillar and the Covenant behind it. The Farseer advanced beside the men, letting Plasma rounds strike the strange shield she formed, before she let the shield go and sent forth a single bolt of lightning that killed about a dozen grunts...

"Well, holy shit, am I glad the Covies shot first." The Major hummed, his cigar falling from his mouth. He turned to the Farseer, then said "I'm Major Wilhelm. Commander of this here little Battalion."

The Farseer nodded. "Have you had a chance to contact your High Command, human?" She then asked, looking up at the building's floors. The man shook his head, then answered.

"Their jammer's right over there. One of them. There's two more in the Misriah and Sinoviet buildings just across the road, but I think they have tanks there."

"Very well... Hold position. Exarchs! With me! We clear the building!" the woman said, activating the blade of her Singing Spear. It shone a deep blue, as did her eyes... The two Exarchs joined her side whilst the Marines and Eldar exchanged fire with the Covenant. She looked to Taevel and questioned him "Still have those three Melta Bombs?" calmly. A nod was the answer...

"Wait, are you insane!? There's at least three squads of Elites in there, one of which may well be Zealots!" The Major balked.

"Then they'll die with their zeal." The Farseer said. She watched as three Avengers and three Howling Banshees joined them. "Forward!" She ordered... And the squadron moved forward. The Avengers' Shurikens kept the Covenant in cover, while the Howling Banshees' scream disoriented them. Just as they passed the first column, their blades gutted a pair of Elites and decapitated a dozen grunts in one fell swoop. The attack squad entered the building and took to cover. The Avengers' Rifles swept the lower floor, rounds leaving corpses in their wake. The Banshees moved to flank a squad of Elites armed with more rifle-like items. One of said Banshees decapitated an elite in heavy red armor...

Elites with Jetpacks fell down on top of the Banshees, two of them pinning one to the floor. They aimed their plasma weapons at her, but soon found themselves split in half as the Banshees danced their dance of death. An Elite, a Zealot, probably, ignited and brandished his Energy Sword and entered a duel with the Banshees' Exarch. Their blades clashed again and again... Caen grinned.

"I have this one, Farseer! Take the Melta Bombs and destroy that damn Jammer!" She bellowed, before spinning about and slashing toward the Elite's torso. It was quick to back off and dodge the strike, but the duel continued. The Farseer nodded to her friend and moved on with the rest of the platoon, engaging more Covenant along the way... An Elite appeared behind the Farseer and, before she could raise her Singing Spear to parry an incoming sword strike from it, saw its brains splattered across the wall by a High-Caliber round.

The gunshot reverberated across the room. She turned to see the Marines striding in, with Reaver in the lead, his Assault Rifle chattering as they went. He ran up to her side and said "What, you think we're gonna let you have all the fun?" with a grin on his face. The Farseer hid a smirk, then urged her men onward. The Sergeant waved his forward too.

The Assault Weapon in the man's hand continued letting loose a stream of bullets, while his comrades' barked in unison. The Eldar weapons also joined. Their advance didn't stall once. The Sergeant looked to Faen as they were running, briefly ceasing fire, then said "You sure you wanna take the full stairwell up? Gonna be damn tired by the time we reach the floor where the jammer is."

"We'll be fine." The Farseer returned, slashing in half a Grunt as it tried to attack them.

"I'll trust ya, but I'm also gonna blame you if my men start whining about stairs." He quipped... The woman nodded. As they approached the stairwell, the Sergeant kicked the door in, raising his rifle to greet anything. All clear... The mixed group of humans and Eldar started ascending the stairwell at a quickened pace. They didn't even bother to check other doors... A Marine or another reported interference from his visor getting more and more annoying, meaning they weren't far... And finally, upon reaching the tallest part of the building, the Sergeant once again kicked the door in...

And the Farseer froze. She felt herself get pushed out of the way as a beam of emerald fire struck the wall, burning a deep hole in the concrete and taking the heads clean off two Marines and a Banshee. The others managed to duck into cover just before... Two lumbering monstrosities made of an armor alloy that the Farseer didn't recognize stood before them. They had spikes of the same alloy on the backs of their armor... Said spikes twitched. Added to the armor was a right arm with a powerful weapon. A weapon that did just boil three of their soldiers alive. And the other arm was a thick, reinforced shield... And inside the armor of the bipedal mostrosities were orange eels, squirming and keeping the armor together.

Two of these things greeted them...

"Mother of Fuck! HUNTERS!" A Marine cried out "And I left the Launcher at home!"

An Avenger stood up, raising his Shuriken rifle and opened fire, aiming for the exposed 'head' and midsection. The rounds scratched and embedded themselves into the thick plating shield. The Marine Sergeant, who had so far been keeping the Farseer covered, stood up and started pouring fire into the things as well... They slowly stepped back as the weapons fire began to hit too close to vitals for the aliens' comfort.

The Farseer watched the Marine Sergeant with surprise... She shook off the confusion, stood up and sent forth a blast of psychic energy into one of the creatures. A kinetic attack that made it stagger. She called to her soldiers "Out! Out onto the Floor and engage whatever you see!" before pushing out of the stairwell herself and firing another psycho-kinetic blast at the creature. She saw its brother spin about, raising its shield and powering its arm-mounted gun...

She swiveled about, pirouetting around the wave of green fire and stabbing toward the creature. Its shield melted as the blade made contact and embedded into it, but the Alien was quick to retaliate, using the shield to punch the Farseer away and sending her flying into a wall.. She grunted, used her psychic powers again and grabbed her Spear, pulling herself and it toward each-other. The spear unlodged itself and gave the woman the air time she needed to bring the weapon into a slashing motion that moved away the Cannon before it fired again.

Two plasma auto-guns soon targeted the advancing squadron of Eldar and Marines, behind them being the tall, strange alien structure that was the Jammer. The Grunts manning the weapons opened fire, forcing the Marines to take cover and the Banshees and Avengers to join them. The Sergeant was closest to the weapon... He watched as one of his own got hit by a bolt of Plasma and one of the Avengers dragging him into cover...

He checked his gear. He had two Grenades, three clips of ammo, plus one half-full one loaded into his rifle, a pistol with full magazines and his helmet, which's visor pulsed with interference at the same time as the Jammer... He grinned, then yelled to the Avengers' Exarch "Hand me your bombs!"

"What?!" Taevel demanded.

"Hand me those Melty Bombs or whatever they are! Tell me how to prime'em and I can get them close enough to the Jammer!" The Marine gave his Eldar counterpart a crazy grin...

"Are you insane, Human!? You'll die before you even reach the Jammer!" He answered, before gazing back to the Farseer. The Sergeant nodded and answered with a proud look on his face "Yeah, maybe! But I can free you and your girls and boys up to go help the Farseer!" and he saw the Eldar shift a bit... Gritting his teeth, Taevel took one of the Melta Bombs off his belt. A strange, round and large grenade. It had a knob at the top and a red button in the middle...

"Twist the top and press the button in the middle! The knob is for the timer!" Taevel said, tossing him the bomb. The Marine nodded.

"Gotcha! Now go! She's gonna need some mighty fine backup to get rid of those Hunters!" He told them, before hearing the groan of one of the Hunters... He turned to see the shield arm of one had been severed and the other was still trying to aim his weapon at the Farseer... He yelled to her "GO FOR THE BACK! GO FOR THE FUCKING BACK!" and he turned to Taevel... The two exchanged a silent nod to one another, before the Marine Sergeant cried out "COVERING FIRE!" and charged forth... He twisted the knob at the top for a 10 second detonation and pressed the button... The timer started to sound...

Gunfire raked the shields of the Plasma turrets, sparking off them and making the Grunts cower as they fired, missing their shots. Plasma passed by Reaver's head... And Faen looked over to the madman as her reinforcements approached, her eyes wide open... May she be damned. The Marine Sergeant pulled the two fragmentation grenades off his belt and tossed them into the air, trying to land one each behind the grunts. He climbed the stairs in bounds, only five seconds left on the Melta Bomb's timer, let the grenades detonate and emptied his magazine into the Grunts just as they fell, before slapping the bomb onto an open section of the Jammer.

Three... Two... One...

He had jumped off the pedestal onto a series of shrubs just in time... The Melta Bomb let out a thrum, before its inner subatomic reaction triggered and the fuel ignited into a bright, dangerously-hot wave of energy and roared. Glass shattered thanks to the shockwave and the corpses of the grunts, along with the turrets, were incinerated... And as the last Hunter collapsed, dead, to the floor, the Farseer ran alongside the Marines to see to the Sergeant... They found him, part of his armor charred by the detonation... But he was alive.

Coughing from between the decorative shrubs, the man slowly stood into a seated position... Slowly, his ragged breathing turned into a giggle, then into full-blown laughter. He looked to the Farseer, taking his helmet off his head, then spoke through the laughter "We need one of those in every Marine's arsenal! That was fucking awesome!" before trying to stand up to his feet and staggering... His Marines laughed with him.

The Farseer felt whatever knot she had in her throat vanish, her heart slowing back down... She cared for a human...? No... She needed to squelch that kind of thought. So, she looked to the man, then, instead of fear, she felt both worry and a hint of anger... She berated him "Are you insane, Sergeant!? That could well have ended poorly for all of us! How can you humans be so unrelentingly careless with your own lives?!"

The Sergeant maintained his grin as he was helped up, then said "Well, Farseer... Here's the thing... We're Marines. Danger's our fuckin' middle name."

She looked to him... And sighed deeply, before shaking her head and muttering "Mon'Keigh are insane..."

"Hey!" The Marine realized, smirking "Ya called me Sergeant instead of human!" And he saw the Farseer give him a glance that simply said 'Shut up'. And Reaver was happy to oblige, letting his men carry him to somewhere to seat... He looked at the crater left by the Melta bomb. It had evaporated the pedestal, the grunts' corpses and the jammer itself...

Yeah... They needed one of those in every Marine pack. Anti-Armor would be a breeze with something like that...