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Futuristic Halo: Operation SHATTERED SKY (IC - CLOSED)

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Admin Building - Lobby

“Black, if things go sideways I should be able to disable the Spirit.”

Nodding, Black reached for his headset. "Understood. Let's stay frosty for now- we don't want to paint a target on us just yet." He paused and switched to squad-wide communications;
"Deploying aerial decoy in one five seconds!"

As he spoke, Black maneuvered into cover behind the reception's desk and placed his MA5K on the counter. Flicking his left wrist upwards his right hand moved towards the small wristpad connected to the early-warning beacon. Normally he'd have Grey or some other technical specialist handle this but seeing as shit was about to hit the fan in the adjacent building he'd have to handle it himself.

Activating the decoy was no rocket-science, though manually steering it or uploading navpoints for it was something else entirely.

Shaking his head, Black pressed the [YES] marked in green color...

Rolled: 3

With a bright flash and a quick thoomp the beacon deployed and fired a small orb-shaped object into the air. This object was more or less a incredibly crude navigation computer covered in thrusters and flashing lights. Upon reaching some ten meters above ground the orb flashed even brighter like a sentient disco-ball before promptly hurling itself away from the summit of the mountain and, by extent, Mountaineer's Rest.

The Spirit however was not impressed. Still hovering above the township its turret tracked the unidentified orb with little interest as it grew increasingly distant before vanishing out of sight. It was impossible to tell what the pilot was thinking though clearly they were not about to give chase and leave its ground party exposed.

Inside the lobby Black cursed. "Decoy was no good. I repeat, the decoy was no good. Donnell: If that Spirit comes bearing down on us you are cleared hot, out."

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"X-Building" - Upper Floor

"Pop And Flash!"

As King gave the signal, Lyster and Grey followed;

With a quick jab Lyster elbowed the door control panel right next to him, forcing security measures to disengage the lockdown which in turn made the door slide open with a faint hiss. At the same time Grey reached past the large ODST next to her and tossed in the flash-grenade.
A loud ding signaled it's arrival and as soon as the grenade touched down on the clean laboratory floor a series of advanced spring mechanisms kicked in, making the grenade "jump" one and a half meter before exploding in a violent flash.

The team prepared to move, following King's lead…

Rolled: 2

…and were immediately met with gunfire!

Crouched and partially obscured by a mobile workstation hooked up to some sort of reinforced tube at the center of the room were none other than George Harek dressed in his security uniform. Wide-eyed and in the middle of a panic-attack the security guard wasted no time to pull the trigger as a squad Innie bogeymen stormed through the door.

Rolled: 3

A pair of shots whistled past both Lyster and King. They almost looked like certain misses when Grey suddenly stepped infront of their trajectory. Realizing her mistake far too late the ONI tech specialist was grazed by one bullet and struck by the other with the latter puncturing her right arm.

Gasping in shock Grey dropped her SMG and clutched to her wounded arm before collapsing into cover behind another workstation near the door, leaving Lyster and King to deal with the security officer. He was clearly going through some sort of shock to even consider opening fire on uniformed UNSC personnel and there was no way of telling what his next move was as he retreated behind his cover.

Between the humming of various technical appliances, cooling tubes and the strained breathing the now-wounded Grey the room was silent save for some muffled words from the security officer.

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Mountaineer's Rest - Warehouse

As the sound of footsteps echoed from the above the ceiling itself the man glanced at Bassett before nodding. He raised his rifle slightly before jogging over to his vehicle. With a hushed voice he started to call out for his son; "Miguel! Where are you?" Soon the man's voice was drowned out by enthusiastic chatter from the grunts as they carefully made their way down the roof.

By now, Camila had turned the corner of the shelf and would barely be able to see Owen as he moved towards the doors. Catching up to her fellow trooper just as he peeked out the door the squad communications crackled to life;

"I read you, son. Stay put. Tremell and I are coming for you and Prieto," said Sergeant Davis with a calm voice. Far away down the street (the same way Prieto and Bassett had arrived from) an armor-clad arm waved quickly at them. It was none other than Tremell, though just as quickly as it had started the waving stopped and ODST vanished behind cover.

That's when Owen and Camila could hear it: Footsteps directly above them, most likely trying to find a way down to the ground...

Rolled: 6

Before they knew it a pair of slender and bird-like aliens landed on the dirt directly in front of the door. There was a good meter or two between them and the door and luckily they had their backs facing the building. Despite this there was no question regarding what the two invaders were: Jackals.

One was armed with a needle rifle- designated 'Type-31' by ONI- whereas the other carried a crescent-shaped plasma pistol and a blue energy-shield. Before anyone could do or say anything a object shot up into the sky and flashed before vanishing, distracting the two Jackals. The marksman raised its rifle and scoped in whereas the one with the shield crouched slightly as if anticipating an airborne attack.

Their beaks clicked rapidly as they relayed information to one another.

"Waste the bastards," said Tremell over the comms. "We got you covered from here."

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Admin Building - Rooftop

By now both Doc and Rose would notice that there was a slight spike in Hayworth's vitals. The young corporal cursed from his corner at the roof. "Fucking hell man, we're sitting ducks up here. This shit is FUBAR!" He muttered over the fireteam comms. Just then the decoy launched, making the corporal visibly flinch. He cursed again and glanced over at Rose and Doc- both of whom could see the town much clearer than himself.

"What's happening? Did they fall for it?"

A blinding flash from far beyond Jigsaw Mountains blinded everyone on the roof briefly before their visors could automatically adjust. In the distance the sky was colored red and the echo of a Covenant excavation beam bounced between jagged rocks all the way up to the roof.

While disturbing, something far more pressing would catch the attention of both Doc and Rose:

Clumsily but with a brisk and enthusiastic pace a pair of orange-colored grunts could be seen waddling up onto the road outside the complex. They stopped momentarily to survey the area with one turning directly towards the complex. Its head tilted and after a brief moment the grunt punched and barked at its fellow soldier to catch its attention. Nodding, the second raised its plasma pistol slowly and took point with both of the aliens now traversing in the open alongside the paved road leading up to the facility's main gate.

At their current pace the two aliens would reach the main gate in two, maybe three minutes.

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As Doc turned to Hayworth to tell him to get his shit together she caught a glimpse of a bright light reflected off Hayworth's visor bright enough that it flashbanged Doc despite her not seeing the source. "Damn it, where the hell that light come from?!" she shouted as she blinked her eyes about a dozen times to get the after-images out of her vision. With her visor now blocking the extreme light she turned to face the direction of the source; the unnatural color of the red sky to the west and the bright beam of light piercing the sky. "Shit, Black Covies have started orbital bombardment far out to the west!"

As Doc stared at the light in the distance movement on the highway caught her attention and snapped her back to the situation. Bringing her DMR up to use the scope she found the source of the movement, Two grunts waddling their way up the highway. At a glance Doc couldn't tell if her team had been spotted or if the grunts were just coming this way out of due diligence. Either way she needed to act "Grunts coming up the road, unknown if they've spotted us, Rose keep looking for that Elite, Hayworth crawl your ass over here and sight up the left side grunt and prepare to fire on my order." Doc ordered as she herself pushed her sight to the right a tracking the grunt as it waddled. "Black Be Advised, Two times Grunts moving up the MSR toward our pos. Unknown if we've been made. Please advise." A few seconds after Doc commed off her radio the muffled sound of two gunshots pulled her attention to the secured X building causing her to shift her stance just a bit before she stopped herself "Damn I can't move with those grunts down there" she thought as she returned to her firing position. As much as she wanted to check for wounded she needed to wait for Black's orders.

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Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.


Trade the kisses for bullets and the rhyme’s accuracy was secured. There was only one other little problem with the rhyme; Lyster didn’t feel much like playing anymore. God had seen fit to adjust karma against his squad and allow Georgie Porgie’s bullets to hit Grey despite his mad flailing and panicked firing. Throw the flashbang in the mix (as Grey literally did) and his hitting the intelligence agent was even more insulting. In a shoot-out with fate, cover evidently did you no good.

At least Grey had dropped into cover, albeit quite shocked with the impact of the bullet. Shock was her current opponent, Lyster knew; the shot had hit her arm, not her main bodily trunk or head. They’d worry about her bleeding after Harek was unconscious, secured or dead.

‘Black, Lyster. Grey’s taken a shot to the arm from a handgun. She's still up, but shocked. We’re continuing to attempt to secure the civilian. Please advise,’ he shot a message to Black, knowing it wouldn’t exactly be wise given the presence of the Spirit in the area to scream through comms for Doc; her exact location and activities were unknown to him.

The part of the rhyme Lyster hoped wouldn’t come true in a literal sense was the last line. They had a Spirit outside to deal with, so securing the civilian had to be done with precision and speed. And if that was impossible, call him a threat to the safety of troopers and make his wife a widow. If Georgie Porgie ran away, that would really be an irritation. They’d have to secure him quickly as planned. King’s movements said the same. Lyster had to move with him.

‘King, I’ll move to secure Harek, but let’s not give him an opportunity to fire again.’ Lyster spoke clearly but quietly over comms to King and Grey, attempting to keep his distaste for the situation out of his voice, and keep their target from hearing anything. ‘If he does anything you deem a threat, repaint the room with him.’

He trained his shotgun on Harek’s position and yelled out to the civilian. His first thoughts were to just recap King’s warning to him earlier, though with a few more imperatives, but he recalled what the man had shouted back at them from the other side of the door. Harek was unglued, crazed, and probably would just be neutralised by Lyster or King if that handgun came up again, and Lyster wasn’t convinced that yelling further instructions at the guy would make him comply. He decided to give way to a bit of informality, see if appealing to the human would help.

‘Harek. We’re ODST. You said you wanted no trouble, so don’t start giving us any, hm? We will initiate lethal force. Now, drop your weapons.’

He moved round to close the gap between himself and Harek, a snarl turning his tattooed features into a sculpture hidden behind his opaque visor. A snarl for the situation, a snarl for Grey, a snarl for the stupid stupid civvie who evidently revelled in his own major hypocrisy. Internally, he was rather surprised with how riled the situation had made him, but outwardly he hoped it would fuel his decisions in the right – if draconian – direction. He was ready to pull that eager trigger on his shotgun, or completely abandon it and grab Harek depending on the situation. There was no way at all to tell whether Harek was holding his fire for anyone who came into view from his position behind cover. He had to trust his reflexes, and trust King. It’d be a gambling game for them against a nursery rhyme and it was time to find out what the last line would be.

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In times of crisis, a man must be ready to do what needeth be done.

If ever that line rang true, it would be now. King was upset, his wrath stoked. But it was not because Harek decided to fire, it was not the bullets whizzing past his head, it wasn't even that Harek overstated his capabilities that lead to this situation. Rather, it had been the quintessential moment when the bullet ripped into Grey's arm. This was King's fault, or at least that is what his subconscious told him. It is no secret that everyone has regrets, yet so few can distinguish their involvement with that act that caused so much grief. Joseph King was not in the minority. However, despite this unfortunate event, there is no time to grieve over possibilities long past.

Lyster had taken the initiative to contact Black, to inform him of the fate that befell the second lieutenant. The ONI agent's dashed turned into controlled pacing, the assailant is easily jumpy in these situations. Despite his stunned state, he might deem it necessary to fire again. Lyster was in agreement with King, judging by his movements. In truth, he wanted this to be over. The heavy breathing of the spirit outside meant that this place will be overrun with alien scum with plasma fire so hot, it sears the soul.

Lyster spoke to King and Grey through the radio, signalling his intent. King offered no verbal reply other than an approving nod. The ODST moved forward to begin a final pleading to the civilian. If Harek decides to fire again, he will be dropped by a Hippo 8-gauge or three-round burst of 9.5x40mm M634. Either way, a minor problem would be solved which would lead to the main problem. Grey's injury. King did not have the luxury of inspecting it but reckons that they can hold back the bleeding with first aid long enough for Doc to arrive and assist.

It's now or never.

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"X-Building" - Upper Floor

"Roger," replied Black. His tone remained as neutral as ever.

Rolled: 5

As Lyster approached the workstation the security officer hiding behind it remained silent. Once the ODST turned the corner, Harek looked up with his eyes locking on to Lyster's opaque visor. He raised his firearm and pulled the trigger...

Rolled: 2

The shot went astray far away from its designated target. George cursed just as King turned the other corner with the ONI operative having a clear view of George and his back;

Rolled: 8

Without hesitation King fired his weapon: A three-round burst from his BR-55 tore through George, causing blood to splatter onto the workstation and Lysters thigh- and chest-armor. George gasped for air before slumping to the floor with a loud THUD while his now half-empty M6G fell to the floor. A pool of blood was slowly expanding underneath the dead security officer, painting the white laboratory floor red.

Judging by the immediate stillness and silence of the room the guard-turned-hostile gunman had completely perished. From the door leading into the room Grey could be heard cracking open a small single-use biofoam canister. It didn't contain much but it'd at least help stop the bleeding until Doc could check her out.

Now that there was no firefight the layout of the room itself was more visible;

Square-shaped and with the metal-tube dominating at the center of the room the otherwise sparsely decorated laboratory contained a second door marked "GARAGE/SECURITY" with several mobile workstations lining the walls. Some of these workstations were little more than trolleys covered in tools and smaller diagnostics screens whereas some- such as the one used by George- were computer stations on wheels.

All of these workstations seemed to be offline or otherwise disabled though a single computer terminal with its attached holographic projector and keyboard had been mounted to the tube. Currently the screen was showing a media archive, though without further investigation it was unclear just what was on it.

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Admin Building - Rooftop

Hayworth nodded and crawled rapidly towards Doc and Rose with one hand on his BR and the other one grabbing his helmet. If not for the visor then his seriously stressed expression would show. Still, this wasn't the right time to continue venting; Hayworth had his orders and that was all he needed, really.

He propped up his rifle on the ledge of the roof and scoped in. "I got eyes on the contacts," he said with a slightly calmer tone of his voice.

Meanwhile the comms crackled to life; "Understood. If they make their way past the courtyard you are clear to engage. As long as they're hugging the perimeter they shouldn't be an issue, over."

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A smile crept across Bret’s face as he heard Black clear him to engage if the spirit moved in towards them. Attacking the craft came with multiple risks, but the satisfaction would be worth it to him. He glanced at Bunny, so long as they could minimize casualties.

“Bunny Any luck with the hatch yet?” He called over to her. He wanted to be able to use multiple firing positions. For now he settled into peering out the window at the ship in the distance and watching the stairwell in case anyone tried to come up.

Bret flinched at the sound of gunfire. Small arms sounds but muffled. Moments later a call over comms confirmed that someone had fired and even hit Grey. He ground his teeth for a moment as he considered what he could do about it but he could not support them. Instead he moved to the stairwell and positioned himself so he could view out the window and be in the path of anyone coming up the stairs. He kept his pistol out ready for trouble.

“Uh…” Bunny let out a shaky response as she tried to open the hatch with her forearm a couple times, all the while pulling on the handle. It was certainly locked. She put her shotgun away and used a ring of the ladder as a grounding point to help throw the back of her shoulder into the horizontal door. That didn’t make it budge either. She wouldn’t be able to just brute strength it. “Negative. Hatch is locked.”

Bret kept his eyes out towards the window and stairwell. “Anything you can use to pry it open?” He called he could switch positions with her and try himself but he wanted to be ready to take action against the spirit the moment it became an issue.

She grabbed onto the ladder and leaned back, viewing the floor beneath her. “I mean, I have a gun,” she began mumbling while she continued to search. “But shooting the thing is a darn good way to get spotted.” There were rags, spray bottles, and plungers, surely there had to be some kind of wrench. “I could clean it real well.”

A sigh escaped him and he ground his teeth for a moment. He was ready to go in there himself except he was still keeping his eyes glued to the ship. “C’mon Bunny it’s a maintenance room. There should be tools somewhere. Look for a toolbox or something. Thet wouldn’t leave good tools laying out in the open.”

“Bang,” Bunny squeezed her eyes shut and let out a sharp breath. She leaned further back on the ladder, using just her feet to anchor her onto it to look at her partner. “I am not an idiot.” While she pulled herself back, she stopped and gasped before jumping down and landing with a loud thud on the floor below. She grabbed the side of a near-empty shelving unit and not so gracefully pulled it until it fell to its side. The cleaning items tumbled to the ground, and she pushed her fingers into metal buttons that unlatched a shelf, and then a rod with flattened ends came loose.

There was a mess in the entryway to the room, but she didn’t bother pushing it aside before scaling back up the ladder and thrusting one end of the rod into the hatch, and used her weight to pry it down.

The clatter of falling equipment was enough to pry his eyes away from the window for a moment as he looked to see the chaos now wrought in the room. A solitary “heh.” came in response to the mess and her statement but he quickly returned his view outside. “I thought you said you’d be able to clean messes.” He squinted for a moment as the spirit moved slightly in there direction but it continued it’s sweep over the town and did not come for them just yet.

“I…can,” she responded between grunts, until the door busted open and she flung back due to the sudden lack of tension holding her up. She speedily wrapped her legs into the ladder, falling until she was upside down and dropped the rod. “I can make the door reeaalll shiny.” She propped herself back up and opened the hatch. “I’d assume the building thinks window sprays could fix anything with the supplies they have in here. Oh…” she tapped the ladder, leaned back and looked directly at Bang. “Latch open, Bang, do you copy?”

“Rodger Bunny, get out here and cover the stairwell. I’m gonna take a look topside real quick.” He waved for her to come out.

Bunny didn’t move right away. She pursed her lips at the lack of acknowledgment from the more seasoned ODST, but got back down all the same. She moved out, having to dodge the shelving unit and shook paper towels from off the sole of her boot. “Rodger!” she finally said and pulled her shotgun free once again while she stationed herself at the stairwell.

Bang stepped into the room and walked over the destroyed shelving unit. A couple of bottles of the aforementioned window cleaner had spilled on the floor and made the floor slick. He grabbed onto the ladder with one hand and began hauling himself up. He paused on the ladder and put his pistol back on his thigh holster and hauled himself up through the hatch. He stayed low not wanting to be spotted by anything that happened to look towards him. However, he paused as he considered what other members of the team could be on a roof as well. He looked to the other rooftop and spotted Doc, Rose, and Hayworth. He gave a brief wave to them before scanning his surrounding view. This would serve nicely as an alternate firing position for him. Satisfied with his options now he went back to the hatch and promptly dropped back down the hole.

He landed with a heavy thud and nearly tripped as he exited the room still struggling to get past the broken shelf. He went across the room and picked up his SPNKr. “Get comfy I guess, it’s a waiting game now.” He took a knee and watched the distant ship.

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Owen recoiled slightly when the two jackals fell to the ground directly in front of him. His grip on his assault rifle tightened as the barrel pointed center-mass on the carbine jackal. He hoped Prieto beside him was focused on the shield jackal, otherwise it might have fast enough reactions to put a plasma hole through one of their chests. He refrained from speaking, ensuring the aliens couldn't hear anything from him.

Camilla instinctually moved into a grounded firing stance and aimed her AR at the shield jackal in front of her. Her finger floated from the side of the weapon to the trigger, which she almost pulled while yelling, "Fire!" but quickly remembered that Bassett was her superior. She glanced at the man.

He held up 3 fingers and counted down, pulling his hand back to ready his rifle a little early to ensure he had clear aim on the jackal before opening fire. He let a full burst of his AR riddle the jackal with bullets, not letting off the trigger until it collapsed to the ground.

On cue, Camilla opened fire with Bassett. She watched with almost giddy delight as the bullets tore through the creature in front of her and snuffed whatever sorry excuse for a soul existed between those beady eyes out once and for all.

Bassett observed their kills, his rifle still aimed at them both. "Good shooting," He said, almost sarcastically since their targets were close and completely still. However, a Covvie kill is always a good kill. "Keep your head on your shoulders. Let's not let anything enter the warehouse, we have civvies in here to protect. Tremell and Davis are on their way, so our job is to keep the man and his kid alive." Bassett checked through the doors to see if he could catch a glimpse of any more Covenant forces; he knew there'd be more than just a handful of jackals around.

"Aye aye, captain," Camilla responded sarcastically before, once again, realizing that she was of inferior rank to the other soldier. "Uhm, apologies, sir. My eyes are peeled."

Bassett raised an eyebrow at Camilla's response; he wasn't about to call her out on it, but it was certainly strange. "Watch the front, I'm going to look around and make sure there's no other entrance into the building."
 
An indistinct trail of smoke emanated from King's battle rifle. The event played back in King's head, slowed down. He could see the fear in George's eyes as he shakingly raised the magnum to fire at Lyster. So detailed, was this moment that King could point out each individual crease of the guard's shirt. Bang. That was the sound, King did not want to hear! Now the image of him raising up his battle rifle was next in line. Lining up the weapon, King's armoured finger squeezed the hair-trigger. Three bursts of fire filled his sight, his ears welcomed the distinct sound of fire, and his shoulder the recoil. And now, King looked at the guard who just took his last gasp of precious air. If he could even manage that.

Harek's body slumped to the ground with an audible thud, King continued to train his firearm on the corpse. Out of a habit instilled by training and experience, humans and aliens don't tend to easily die if you just shoot them once. King approached the corpse, rifle still armed and ready. His boot touches blood and magnum, King momentarily hovers his boot over the pistol before sweeping it away. It streaks the floor further with blood. "Target neutralised," King uttered aloud. "....F*ck." The man gritted his teeth in anger. Despite what he had to do, he still hated killing his fellow man. In his head, he asked him. "Why didn't you listen, you idiot!"

Kneeling down, King's knee touches the freshly pooled blood. With one hand, King proceeds to pat the security guard down for anything important. Something that would have made this ordeal worth it. Yet he finds nothing, zilch that would justify this culling. Magazines, an ONI badge... A wallet. His belongings had been covered in his sanguine essence. Opening the wallet, revealed a picture of him and his wife, the one that waited for him at the starport. The blood had seeped onto his face in the picture. With his one hand, he slipped the picture out of the slot and tucked it away. "Pocivaj u miru" The ONI agent muttered as he rose from his kneeling position. His head turned to Lyster, looking at the splattered blood on his armour before meeting his gaze. "Let's get Grey in here, find the mystery package then rendezvous with Black."

King moved away from George's corpse and walked to the entrance to check up on the lieutenant. "Grey, can you manage?" He said while offering his right arm to lift her up.

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Office Complex - Second Floor (By extent, Admin Building - Rooftop as well.)

Despite Bunny's best efforts to open the hatch silently the sound of the collapsing shelf and the clattering of cleaning supplies echoed throughout the empty office complex.

Rolled: 1

The echo sounded throughout the structure and the sound did unfortunately pierce both windows and doors, reaching outside. By now the two grunts had reached the main facility gate with one very clumsily deciding to scale the roadblack rather than go around it. Upon doing so it dropped its weapon before falling over the curved and blinking metal roadblock. A short laugh was heard between deep breaths as the second grunt looked to its friend with amusement.

When the sound of the shelf collapsing reached the outside however both aliens froze. The one that had walked around the barrier narrowed its tiny beady eyes and raised its plasma pistol whereas the second quickly collected its weapon from the ground and followed.

Pistols raised both grunts scanned the building for activity when they spotted a arm briefly waving at something. Startled, the clumsier of the two yelped and pointed while the other grunt took on a focused and slightly angry expression. It barked out a quick order and aggressively waddled towards the office complex with its friend following closely, though it was unclear whether or not either of them had spotted the two vehicles parked outside the main central building which was still partially obscured by the courtyard's elevated centerpiece.

The situation was tense and would become even more tense as a short burst of gunfire rang out from Mountaineer's Rest. Ballistic weapons, UNSC. The Spirit's ball-turret re-oriented and the grunts increased their pacing.

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Mountaineer's Rest - Warehouse

The two aliens had no time to react as both of their bodies were perforated by a hailstorm of deadly bullets. At a range this close not even standard-issue armor provided much in the way of protection, even less so when taking into consideration that Jackals wore lighter scout armor designed to not weigh them down. Both Jackals collapsed in a pool of their own blood with one of them slightly twitching.

Rolled: 5

Despite the loud gunfire taking place there was no immediate reaction from the Covenant forces. A couple of buildings over a dark voice barked out orders- most likely the Elite- though beyond that only faint humming was heard from the Spirit above. Several brief mechanical sounds could be heard as the turret moved, most likely to scan the immediate area below. Past the deceased Jackals were two shadowy figures approaching the warehouse with caution: Tremell and Davis.

Both troopers held their weapons in a ready position while hugging the walls of every building they passed. It was unclear whether or not they would reach the warehouse without drawing the ire of the Spirit's gunner.

Then came another sound; Alien chittering. Specifically, the language of the Jackals. It was followed by footsteps echoing on the roof which in turn was followed by the sound of glass breaking.

Rolled: 4

A voice, most likely of the boy hiding somewhere in the warehouse, echoed between the shelves before being stopped abruptly. More chittering could be heard and then- out of nowhere- came two short bursts of gunfire from an assault rifle which was amplified by the indoor acoustics of the warehouse.

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"X-Building" - Upper Floor

Grey raised a thumb as she got up, using the workstation next to her for support. "I'm fine," she said, clearly lying. "Don't worry about me- let's secure the rest of this building. We still need to find the weapon."

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Doc squirmed a little bit hearing about Grey having been shot, it worried her not being able to move in to aid the wounded but the approaching grunts gave her other things to worry about. A few moments later a second set of muffled shots came from inside the X3 building; these ones Doc could tell came from a BR-55 with how close together the burst was. With a long sigh Doc refocused on the incoming grunts she would need to stay out of line of sight until they were in range for her and Hayworth to take.

Moments later.

Making herself smaller and smaller as the grunts got closer to the compound Doc began to straight up lay down on the roof of the Admin building in an attempt to hide from the advancing enemies. With a deep breath Doc raised her weapon again as she heard the loud clanging of a heavy metal hatch she popped up over the ledge spotting the two grunts at about the same time they spotted something in building 02 and gave her command over squad net "We've been made, Hayworth light 'em up" With swift flick of her DMR's fire selector from Auto to Fire, Doc sighted up on the one of the Grunts and squeezed the trigger.

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King’s cursing got Lyster to look up from the body to survey the man. The team’s first kill was a non-covvie, someone who didn’t really deserve it. How upsetting, how insulting, how – uh – unfitting to the nursery rhyme, which, surely, was the worst crime. There was probably some way to argue Harek’s dying was a retreat of some sort, but that was all namby-pamby confirmation-bias nonsense. Well, whatever. Lyster had his emotions, the main two being disappointment and a real sense of irritation. And it seemed King thought the same. Lyster took a step back from Harek’s body and towards Grey, thinking it best to give King the space he needed. He was doing the emoting for them both which freed up Lyster’s head somewhat. Watching someone else go through the chain of miniature mourning and melancholy, questioning life and questioning humanity, meant he didn’t have to do it himself. Thank God.

Dead cilia, dead brain. Fully developed human male, waste of time, waste of food, waste of resources, wasted on the floor. Yeah. Probably for the best he didn’t ponder that. Those thoughts never went in a good direction when it came to Lyster’s head at least.

‘Self-justified doom-centred expectations of combat scenarios,’ or something to that effect was written by a doctor in one of his psych reports. Basically, extreme black-hole nihilism that played off physically as a shrug with a half-grin, a filling of the lungs with tobacco smoke and laughing at the health warnings on cigarette packs.

I’m an ODST, what d’you expect? An Optimism-Deficient but Smiling Trooper. Find joy in crunching gravel, in seeing the sights, in revenge. And feel free to romanticise it a bit. People always do.

Lyster was. King was, right now, kneeling down and humanising the dead man, muttering something in a language Lyster assumed Harek would’ve known if he was alive. Speak in tongues to a dead man, see if he agrees. Nothing more romantic than a eulogy for the still-warm.

But Lyster couldn’t argue against it. He wouldn’t. If he’d wanted to, he wouldn’t have stepped away to free up space for King to breathe and think. Removing himself and remaining at least semi-vigilant was the optimal move. With Grey wounded and King doing what he had to, someone had to be standing there maintaining an overwatch. Keep the brain ticking over, ready for the next military move. It meant he was ready for King’s return, and for Grey’s next orders. At least she was fine and coping with the injury.

‘You must have absolutely abysmal luck Grey, for him to miss me twice and hit you at all. And I’m a pretty big target so, perhaps don’t make any bets today, ah?’ A grin pulled at one side of his mouth, injecting levity into his words. ‘I can secure the rest of the building if you spooks want to start looking. Look out for mystery gunmen hiding in cupboards.’

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"Shit!" Camila exclaimed, attention turning behind her and back into the warehouse. She glanced at her superior who had yet to act and, risking consequences later, ran back into the warehouse. "I'm going!" she gasped over comms, not stopping to hear the man's reply. Maybe this was her chance; maybe playing hero could get her sins absolved and her rank reinstated.

As she neared the location she thought the sound was coming from, she scanned the environment for what could have ended the boy's too-short life and prayed it wasn't already hunting her.
 
Owen watched as the bodies of the Jackals fell into a pool of their own blood. Owen couldn't stop the smirk on his face from forming, though it was luckily hidden behind his opaque visor. He was sure the others wouldn't mind him taking pleasure in killing them, but it definitely wasn't tasteful. At the sight of movement in his peripherals, Owen readied his rifle once more. When Bassett saw it was his fellow soldiers across the street, Tremell and Davis, Owen lowered the barrel of his rifle a bit. He was more than happy to see they weren't ambushed or spotted in the meantime, though the hail of gunfire him and Prieto shot definitely had to alert someone. He wasn't expecting serious forces from the Covenant for a lowly town nestled in the mountains, especially once they realized the place was - mostly - abandoned. The barrel of Owen's assault rifle drifted up to watch the rooftops, spotting for his fellow troopers until they could either get to the warehouse, or another secure position.

That's when the thumps above them began again. The clicks informed Bassett that his prey was, once again, the bird-like aliens he hated so much. He gave a quick look around to make sure he wasn't being aimed at from some obscure angle; the thought of turning into a bright, pink mist suddenly gave him shivers. Never too cautious, he told himself. That's when the boy spoke up, and Owen's heart sank. Then came the bursts of AR fire, and Owen felt his adrenaline rush. He prayed they were okay. "Prieto, find the-!" Owen commanded, but heard the commotion of her leaving her position as she rang out her declaration. What the hell, did she really just do that? Owen was just about to give the order, but she jumped the gun, and more importantly, jumped his chain of command. Who the hell did she think she was, a super soldier? He let it go for now, but would be sure to bring it up later; either with Camila directly, or with a superior. Regardless, Owen kept his eyes open to ensure Tremell and Davis could make it to a safe position. "You two better get your asses inside, Sir!" Owen motioned for the two to get into the warehouse quick. His rifle scanned the rooftops for any pesky Jackals looking for a quick shot on his brothers in arms.
 
ONI Complex - Exterior (Office 2nd Fl. + Admin Rooftop)

"A-firm, Doc." Replied Hayworth with a smooth and controlled voice. He took a deep breath and tracked the grunt to the right with his BR. Then, after what he personally perceived as an eternity, the trigger was squeezed beyond its pressure point almost in-sync with Doc.

Rolled: 2

Hayworth's burst went wide, chipping at the tarmac next to the two aliens who jumped to the side in surprise.

Rolled: 4

Doc's bullets aimed true however, striking one of the grunts in the arm. Cyan-colored blood splattered the road as the alien yelped in pain. Both grunts were now aiming directly at the rooftop of the admin building and uttered a series of curses as they fired.

Rolled: 6

A burst of no less than four shots connected with the top of the facade, melting the paneling away in an almost spectacular fashion as the plasma worked through it like a rock piercing through wet cardboard. The wounded grunt retaliated with a follow-up burst which struck Hayworth.

"GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!" Was the immediate response as Hayworth's left shoulder pad bubbled and hissed while the charred remains of a externally mounted tactical helmet light snapped off like dry bark. Pulling himself backwards, Hayworth let go of his rifle and tried to unhook his shoulder pad. By now however the smell of burned flesh permeated the air and the young trooper gritted his teeth as some of the plasma burned through his undersuit and reached the bare skin on his upper arm.

Alerted by the sound of plasma fire a trio of grunts- one which wore green armor synonymous with heavy weapon carriers- stumbled up on the road. One of the aliens was armed with a needler, the other with a plasma pistol and the third carried a fuel rod cannon.

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"X-Building" - Upper Floor

Grey suppressed a laugh in response to Lyster's remark but managed to nod before coughing twice. "I'll keep that in mind," she said with a faint smile. Nodding towards the terminal at the center of the room Grey stowed her SMG. "You two should head downstairs. See if you can find the weapon- or something else of interest. I'll stay here and see if there's anything interesting left."

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Mountaineer's Rest - Warehouse

As Camila made her way back into the heart of the warehouse glass cracked underneath her sturdy boots. Some smaller crates and spare JOTUN parts had been toppled over from the top of some of the shelves, hinting that something had gone through one of the many windows above and sped off into the warehouse.

Next to the loaded up civilian vehicle were several brass casings consistent with that of the ammunition fired from an AR, though there was no sign of the man or his boy. It would be right about now that Camila would notice that the warehouse was quiet. Too quiet. Gunfire from outside echoed into the building but aside from that there was nothing.

A shadow moved slightly. Projected on the floor, it was clear that something was still sitting on the roof. The barrel of an alien weapon was barely poking into the warehouse. A loud clatter coming from deep within the warehouse was followed by a thud and then more silence. Raspy birdlike noises came from the roof but there was no response.

Outside on the street Sergeant Davis and Lance-Corporal Tremell abandoned routine street-clearing tactics in favor of sprinting the final step of the way. Both troopers made their way inside the locale with Tremell giving Bassett a friendly double-tap on the shoulder as he passed. Taking a knee, Tremell scanned the interior while Davis looked at Owen directly. "Spirit got us pinned in the town for now. We've got no way of reaching the Warthogs without getting blown to smithereens."

He shrugged slightly. "I'd rather we get back in one-piece to the Captain, supplies or not." Davis looked over his shoulder and then back at Owen. "Where's Prieto?"

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Meanwhile...

Gracefully skipping across solar waves atop the outermost layers of Verent's atmosphere was the UNSC Tangible Excuse and her crew. Because the ONI Sensitive Recovery Group's ground team had required ground vehicles to be deployed upon reaching the surface, Captain Joshua Gentry had to, albeit briefly, break into atmosphere which allowed the onboard contingent of Pelicans to carry Warthogs- something that just wasn't possible unless the ship broke atmosphere or made landfall.

Once the ground team had been deployed the Tangible had boosted itself back into space. Currently all hands were accounted for (minus the two Pelicans, their respective crews and the SRG team) and Gentry had issued an order that placed his entire crew on alert. He would much rather prefer that the crew split in half and slept in shifts but he was under strict orders from somewhere far beyond his station to ensure a quick insertion followed by an even quicker extraction.

Right now however there wasn't much to do but wait.

The Tangible had engaged its complete array of stealth systems which meant that it was invisible to both the naked eye and on sensory equipment. Gentry never liked risks though and had ordered Karma alongside Lieutenant Adams- his navigational officer- to plot a course that ran more or less on top of Verent's solar waves which would help to conceal the ships already minuscule drive signature. At least that was the theory that Karma had presented to him.

Gentry shrugged and sighed as he sipped on his fifth cup of coffee. There were few AIs he'd put his trust in and Karma was at the very top of that list. If she thought that the strategy would spoof Covenant sensors then he'd give her the benefit of a doubt.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and refocused on the holotable in front of him:

Prior to deployment, the holographic projectors had showed mission-related data. Now it was showing Verent City in real-time with stills of it all being regularly sent to the team via low-energy data-bursts. It hampered the quality and details of the images but it was the safest way of providing the team with fresh intel without outing the entire ship and its crew- thereby risking the only means of evacuation.
Currently blue-colored three-dimensional pixels in various shapes and sizes represented Verent City's skyline and its lone space elevator whereas green and red icons represented UNSC and Covenant forces, respectively.

Surprisingly local UNSC forces- backed by the Verent City Constabulary and civilian volunteers- were making the Covenant pay dearly for every street they took. Prior to its invasion, Verent had hosted an extensive military training operation in its native Jigsaw Mountains with a secondary training operation having been planned for the following week.
This in turn had resulted in an unusual amount of UNSC forces present on the ground which the Covenant had most likely not anticipated from such a small, non-strategic, colony such as Verent.

While impressed with both their vigor and resolve Gentry knew that it wouldn't be long until the Covenant forces would grow bored, fall back and glass the city from orbit.
It didn't matter how interested they were in trying to locate Earth or how many potential artifacts they could lay their slippery tentacles on if there was nobody left on the ground.

Gentry watched one of the pixelated buildings flutter before the projectors simulated its sudden destruction, showing the small skyscraper topple over and crush a mall underneath it. One of the UNSC icons vanished.

The captain took another sip. Right now the battle was reaching a stalemate. Recent missile and artillery strikes had forced the Covenant to break off their advances and seek shelter while sustained bursts from long-range air defense installations had damaged the lone Covenant corvette above the city and forced it to withdraw to a safe distance.

Out of the Covenant battlegroup currently present at Verent only two had chosen to break orbit and enter the atmosphere. Aside from the now damaged corvette there were a much larger and more imposing cruiser present as well, though the latter was sitting far away from the city.

Aside from reinforcing ground troops it hadn't done much but used its excavation beam to to glass a section of Verent's globally spanning rail- and highway network alongside a large industrial zone.

Sitting in orbit were two more corvettes and a small carrier, all of which seemed to act as a staging ground for pickets and assault squadrons harassing the orbital end to Verent City's space elevator. Numerous civilian cargo and shuttle transports were still docked to the station but were unable to leave without venturing beyond the range of automated defenses on the station.
So far there hadn't been any attempts to board the station but Gentry knew that if the Covenant really wanted to they could seize it all in one swift strike while also suffering minimal losses.

So why haven't they?

He scratched his chin. The Covenant were looking for something- but he didn't know what.

Captain Gentry was about to take another sip when a alarm flared. Karma's holographic body appeared on the table in front of Gentry:

Her blue colors matched the miniature buildings behind her as she spoke;
"Slipspace alert, Captain. I'm detecting three signatures."

She paused, looked down with the sort of frown a person would have when faced with a tough or puzzling question before looking back up.
"I'm reading UNSC IFF-signals. Navy."

Gentry marched over to his chair and discarded his cup into a magnetic holder on the left armrest. The chair spun around, making him face the main viewport and the screens that surrounded it.

"Karma, bring it up on the main screen," he asked rather than ordered. Complying, Karma projected the feed from one of the starboard cameras onto the main screen.
Light and space seemed to bend, tear and ripple as nothing less but a single Halcyon-class light cruiser escorted by two Charon-class light frigates appeared.

Upon exiting slipspace the trio of ships formed up with the cruiser at the front and center whereas the two frigates positioned themselves on either side of the heavily armed ship.

The monitor updated, tagging the cruiser as 'C-447' and its two escorts as 'FFG-143' and 'FFG-210'. Alongside the tags were UNSC icons, data on weapons, engines and even hull integrity.
A small alert notified Gentry and his crew that all three ships had increased their acceleration, armed numerous Archer missiles and that they were in the process of charging up their prow-mounted Mass Acceleration Cannons- commonly known as just 'MAC'- with projectiles already being loaded into them.

At the same time no less than ten Pelicans and three Albatrosses flying a chevron-formation broke off and made a beeline for Verent. By now the Tangible's data interception systems were picking up plenty of comms chatter and messages between the recent arrivals, their dropships and the space elevator's orbital station, all on UNSC military frequencies.
One of the ensigns- Rivers- looked up from her station. She was one of four comms specialists present at the bridge.

"Captain, I'm getting a lot of unusual traffic. Something about deploying special forces to the surface? Apparently there's an HVT on the surface."

Gentry nodded. "Understood," he leaned back in his chair and scratched his beard. "I want a excerpt on my personal tablet."

"Already done," replied Karmas's artificial voice. Ensign Rivers didn't look bothered or surprised by the fact that the AI had silently copied everything from her own communication monitors. By now most members of the crew were used to the AI 'helping out' without asking first. Truthfully whether they approved or not the AI could solve their tasks way faster than any of them could.

A stream of text that looked more like a wall of garbled symbols appeared on Gentry's tablet. He wrinkled his face and almost on-cue the text flickered and sorted itself into neat paragraphs. He uttered a silent thanks to Karma. From what he could tell some Covenant big-shot was personally overseeing the assault of Verent City on the ground which served as an ample explanation for why the enemy battlegroup was so passive.

Based on what both the UNSC and ONI had pieced together he was somewhere deep inside the city looking for something. That information alongside previous but limited knowledge of the Covenant command structure made the situation much, much clearer. Unless ordered otherwise the Covenant captains could do nothing but maintain their current positions lest they would risk disobeying a superior- and lose their heads.

In response the UNSC had deployed an improvised fleet detachment carrying veteran ODSTs and unidentified assets belonging to NavSpecWar. While not mentioned beyond their affiliation Gentry had a hunch as to what those 'assets' could be. Realizing this, the captain discarded his tablet into its socket and straightened up.

"Sound general quarters; We're now on combat alert."

There were several confused or otherwise puzzled expressions as the orders echoed over the bridge. Karma's holographic image appeared on a small piedestal next to him. "Sir?"

"You heard me," said Gentry. "Clandestine mission or not we've got a chance to take down a hostile Tier-1 asset. Tactical, ready weapons. Navigations, prepare a course that puts us on a parallel course with the Navy warships."

"And comms? Get me a line to that cruiser."
 
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Camila paused and moved her feet into a firing position. She scanned the dark warehouse as best she could without turning on her flashlight and potentially alerting numerous enemies to her position. From her current position, she was unable to hear or see any evidence of the civilian. She cursed herself for being too late. That was her chance at a quick reinstatement of rank and she blew it, as usual. A civilian was almost certainly dead and she couldn't even spin it to her advantage. What a waste.

Camila thought she heard a distant chatter behind her of additional soldiers entering the building. She scoffed. At this point, she had openly defied a superior and the stupid boy wasn't even alive to make the risk worth it. She needed to press on.

Camila decided to quietly disengage from the darkness and sneak around the rest of the warehouse in whatever capacity she could; finding anything would be better than coming back completely empty handed. And while the inexplicable urge to backflip suddenly overcame her, Camila was fairly certain that she did not know how to do one. Plus, something about an active military zone made trying to learn on the fly a bit less than ideal.
 
With her first shot a success Doc fought her instincts to take cover. Thankfully she did or she would have missed another group of Unggoy, amongst them she could make out the bright pink crystals of a Needler. "Three more contacts on the main road" she called out over the squad's comms "Range 70 meters." Doc perked up to fire another shot but the sound of a helmet hitting the ground and burning flesh caused her to look back. Hayworth had been hit and was trying to get the plasma burned armor off, "Hayworth's hit, I need another gun out front" With a quick bit of internal debate Doc switched to her fireteam's comms "Rose! New target, open fire on the inbound group of Grunts, I'll get the ones below." With new orders issued to the team's sniper Doc perked up over the edge of the building with her weapon switched to auto now and she began firing upon the initial grunt team.

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Despite the injuries Grey sustained, Lyster's jovial jab managed to procure a reaction from the injured 2LT. That's good, it means she still has the will to fight. What good that would do once the covenant forces descend on them like a ton of bricks, but it is better than wanton panic. With that out of the way, King had been surprised by the firing outside the X building. Had they reached the installation that quickly? Damn it! King turned to Lyster after Grey told them to move it. "You heard Grey, Lyster. Let's hustle and get this doohickey before we're engaging in 'honourable' combat against Zealots."

After barking his orders, King began a small jog towards the stairs to the lower levels of the X-building.

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With the preparations he had made and his intent focus on this distant Spirit he felt like he had been ready for what would come. Yet a squelch over the comms as doc called out contacts made his jump slightly and he turned his view towards the new source of trouble. Grunts, the most common sight in Covenant ranks.“Charlie Foxtrot.” He clenched his jaw and tapped his fist against the wall. “Bunny! Downstairs now! We got grunts to fry.” He lurched from his spot by the window and ran downstairs leaving his SPNKr by the window. Leaving his position was a trade off, but he did not want to expose his premiere firing position just for a couple of grunts.
He stomped down the stairs and had his pistol by the time he reached the door nearest the grunts. “Ready?” he inquired to Bunny with a nod. “Safety off?”
He grabbed a grenade off his belt and tapped the door control. The door slid open and he stepped out into the open primed the grenade and hurled the explosive at the nearest group of grunts before ducking back into the doorway as quickly as he could.
 
Owen kept his rifle raised in a low ready, facing into the warehouse. Since Prieto had yet to report back on what was going on, and the building was potentially compromised, Owen didn't trust leaving his back against the interior of the building. In fact, he was more worried about the dark interior over outside; Tremell and Davis had made it in without a hustle, but as far as they knew, Prieto was already having pink needles embedded in her skull. He was mostly afraid of the Elite possible sneaking its way inside. The last thing he wanted to deal with was an energy sword swinging at the three of them in the relatively confined space by the front door. "Prieto ran off to search for civilians," Bassett said with a nod, keeping his eyes focused on the dark with his flashlight. "We found two, a man and his kid. Think the worst might've happened to 'em. But we can't leave Prieto alone, we should regroup or find a better spot to defend. Heard an Elite in the distance a few moments ago, rather not deal with him here." Owen found himself increasingly worry about the presence of an Elite; he heard the alien speak a few doors down, but he had no idea what kind or what equipment it was using. He prayed it was just a minor, otherwise they'd be in for one hell of a firefight trying to kill it. Even if it was a minor, there was a good chance at one of them getting wounded or killed in the process of taking it down. Anything more than that, and Owen was certain the close quarters would get all three of them killed, and eventually Prieto as well, if she wasn't already dead.
 
Syncopated shots from beyond the walls of the X building indicated danger was drawing ever closer. By the movement of King’s head, it was obvious he was reacting to them too. Given he had previously felt at least similar to Lyster upon the sad sad ending of Georgie Porgie’s little life, Lyster wondered if King’s dominant thoughts no were the same as his own: that sturdy phantom taste of metal combined with an eagerness for doom that only a fellow ODST would recognise.

Did Lyster want to get shot? Difficult question. He had several of his own answers, none of which he was particularly committed to.

Plasma burn to the chest? Needle rifle shot through the visor? A full-body pummelling from a plasma turret? Death lingered, hooded and with sickle at the ready, in every soldier’s shadow. All anyone could hope for was a swift death and condolences given over to the family.

Would George’s woman get any news of his demise? At least a confirmation? Or would she be confined to Lyster’s fate, kicking and screaming to know if her family member was dead, and getting only a stoic stare paired with the insulting message of, ‘That isn’t something that can be disclosed to you,’ in reponse? What was her name anyway, Felicité, Felicia, Franklin? Imagine that, calling up a woman who was oblivious to her status as a widow, only to call her Franklin.

‘Double-time it,’ Lyster agreed, readying his shotgun again.

He gave one last glance to Grey, a silent hope that she wouldn’t perish in this bright room and headed out. He increased his pace.

When he got to the stairs, he brought the shotgun up and narrowed his eyes, trying to hone himself to any movement. With grunts about, he wasn’t taking any chances going down: everyone knew a story of a plasma grenade death that took place on a set of stairs. Most of them were probably fiction, or fictionalised to the point where they were complete fantasy, but everyone knew at least one.

How humiliating would that be, not only would you be blown up, but your corpse would tumble arse-over-tit down the stairs afterwards. One moment, semi-capable soldier; next moment, a tinnitus whine and a prayer to a deity; final moment, human slinky.

As long as he didn’t die in a stupidly embarrassing way, Lyster didn’t much mind stomping into combat.

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ONI Complex - Exterior (Office 2nd Fl. + Admin Rooftop)

Up to this point the mission had seemed fairly simple, or at least in the eyes of Flud. Granted, the weight of his fuel rod cannon pained him greatly as the weapon was pushed and rubbed against his right shoulder and methane tank but all in all he was satisfied with being far away from the Human city and the intense fighting that no doubt took place on its streets, within its large glass-covered structures and in the air above it.

Flud's superior- a Sangheili named Fyze 'Latanai- had been tasked with securing this remote township as it supposedly held some sort of significance. Now, as he trotted past a couple of simplistic dwellings and onto a road, Flud questioned the importance. As far as he could see this Human dwelling was nothing more but a farm but alas, his thoughts dispersed as the first shots rang out.

In front of him Kluy and Klad increased their pace with the latter beginning to charge up his plasma pistol. Flud adjusted his own weapon and grunted as the weight shifted. Far up ahead two other Unggoy soldiers- Flud did not know their names- fired upon a large structure, one that was far more robust than the ones he had walked past mere moments before.


Rolled: 2

Another burst of gunfire- this time from a Human no less- echoed across the courtyard. Flud watched a dark figure on the roof retreat into cover just as the muzzle flash from their rifle vanished. By the look of things the already injured Unggoy had taken another hit or two but both of them were still advancing on the structure.

Breathing even faster, Flud walked as fast as his stubby legs could carry him.


Rolled: 5

Suddenly without warning the two Unggoy were at the center of a sudden explosion. Shrapnel, bits of armor and gore flew in all directions as an enemy grenade detonated both of the Unggoy's methane tanks. Flud, Kluy and Klad paused briefly before letting out war-cries. Klad released the plasma charge he had been building up and Flud pressed down his own trigger twice while still on the move.

Rolled: 1

The combined efforts of Flud and his comrades were no doubt an image that sent fear into the entrenched enemy. Sadly, however, the charged up plasma shot impacted where the dark figure had been seconds before- only to miss their position completely and melt away facade panels and an antenna which turned into a grey slag dropping down onto the footpaths below. Flud were just as unlucky as both of his shots impacted the building where he perceived the enemy grenade to have originated from but only managed to damage the second floor.

Shattered glass and half-melted building components exploded both outwards and inwards as the two green projectiles struck the office complex. Outside the fence the trio of grunts continued to push up, making a beeline for the checkpoint.

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"X-Building" - Lower Floor

After making their way past the elevator and down a flight of stairs King and Lyster would find themselves standing at the center of a apparent control-room lined with reinforced windows. Despite only heading down one single level the view infront of them made the basement of the X-building appear much more larger than it actually was;

Connected to the wide garage door observed outside was a sturdy tarmac and concrete ramp. The inside of the door itself was lined with Titanium-A plates covered in ONI serial numbers, as were the walls of the structure itself. Between the control room and the garage door were a large open space filled with pallets, crates, heavy equipment and military trucks. None of the vehicles were painted in the commonly seen UNSC green but rather in a industrial grey. There were no markings on them, ONI or otherwise.

Sitting at the center of it all was reinforced truck. A single M247 GPMG had been mounted atop the driver's cabin and sitting directly behind it was a military container. By the look of things it was locked down and the vehicle itself was completely inactive. Curiously, none of the other trucks carried containers or weapons.

Inside the control room the ceiling and sides were lined with monitors, workstations and control panels. A single ladder provided access down into the main bay. Most of the screens were online with a majority showing distorted news footage from Verent City of blurry shapes in the sky while others showed login-screens, requiring usernames and passwords to unlock. Interestingly enough however one of the locked stations was labeled as 'Security Station - Internal and External'. Next to it was a monitor currently unlocked and showing live camera feed. Two Covenant grunts could be seen getting blown into literal pieces just as a muffled bang echoed throughout the complex.

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Mountaineer's Rest - Warehouse

Opting for a more stealthier approach proved wise as Camila snuck around the warehouse. Slowly, as she passed around a shelf deep within the warehouse, a deceased Jackal became visible. The alien was still grappling its weapon- a plasma pistol- while its shield bracelet flickered and spark. Numerous gunshot wounds had tore through it and as the empty gaze of the avian alien met Camila's visor she could relax knowing that it wouldn't hurt her.

Unfortunately as she continued to move a pool of blood- Human blood- became visible not far from the dead alien. A foot and half a leg poked out from the corner of another shelf and next to it was the scared face of small boy, peeking around the corner to look at Prieto. The boy's eyes fell on Prieto's ODST insignia and the boy silently formed the letters with his lips. His eyes darted upwards towards Camila's visor and he vanished back behind the shelf. The legs remained motionless.

"Prieto ran off to search for civilians..."

Davis listened to Owen and simply nodded after he finished, as if disobeying orders weren't actually that bad. "By the sound of things Prieto made the decision for us." The sergeant chuckled, glanced at his ammo counter and shook his head before placing a hand on Owen's shoulder. "Let's secure the warehouse and work from there. At the very least it beats fighting in the streets or in some dark village basement."

Raising his rifle Davis' voice turned serious as he continued; "We'll work our way from here to the opposite side of the warehouse. Watch your corners but be mindful of doors and windows as well. Use your eyes and ears rather than your HUDs, boys. Bassett- you're on point."

Tremell said nothing but nodded. He glanced at Owen and gave him a thumbs up.

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Owen listened intently to Davis speak. He seemed relatively cool considering the circumstances; a Covenant invasion, Phantoms overhead dropping off countless enemy troops, and a skeleton crew of soldiers to defend it. Not just any old marines, Bassett remind himself. ODSTs. If anyone in the UNSC could do it, it was them. The revelation bolstered Bassett's courage in the moment as he readied his MA5 and stood before Tremell and Davis. "Watch your fire, we've got friendlies out there in the dark. Let's move." Owen flickered his visor opaque and turned on the VSR highlight, making the edges in the abyss more profound than before. It'd prove to be a boon checking the warehouse for what felt like the fifth time that day. Owen kept his rifle raised with each corner and shelf they passed. He cleared the perimeter of the car first, ensuring nothing hid under or in the vehicle before moving on to the rest of the warehouse. The eerie silence brought him a chill. There were more covvies in the area, so where the hell were they? And more importantly, what they hell were they doing all the way out in Mountaineers Rest when Verent City was a warzone? He couldn't see the strategic importance of prioritizing a lonely mountain village over supporting the big fight. It was Owen and his team's duty to secure the town, however, and Bassett would defend it with his life. However, the squad of ODSTs would fare better when regrouped, but Owen had no idea where Camila was.
 
His grenade sailed through the sky in a beautiful clean arc, Bret didn’t take time to watch it, they may be only grunts but he would not give them time to fire in retaliation. He rushed back into the building and took cover behind the door.

After the sound of his explosion he heard something more menacing. A fuel rod firing. He backed away from the door and motioned for Bunny to do the same. If a projectile came through the door he wanted to be far enough away. The projectiles did hit the building but they struck high. THe enemy expected him from the second story, not the ground floor. He grinned in satisfaction for a moment before realizing his mistake. He left his launcher on the second floor.

“Watch the door!” He called to bunny before running to the stairs. He took the stairs two at a time and quickly made his ascent. The second story was now littered with broken glass from the windows but as he looked across the way He saw his launcher intact on the ground. He decided not to make himself a target in the windows and crawled across the ground staying out of view of the windows. He ground his teeth as he moved across the floor hearing the crunching of glass under him, he prayed that he was not loud enough to be heard. He grabbed his launcher and carefully repositioned sitting up next to the window. He leaned his head against the wall and took a deep breath.

He peeked around the edge trying to gauge the next group of grunts and find the one with the fuel rod. It took only a moment to find the grunt in question. It was almost comical seeing the small creature carrying a weapon that was half its size. Despite the creature's potential for comedy it was outweighed by it’s desire for destruction. Having his target Bret shifted and knelt in front of the window. He shouldered his launcher and sighted on the grunts. He watched them move for about two seconds before leading the grunt with the fuel rod and shooting his rocket slightly ahead of its path. Staying true to his training he squeezed the trigger until he felt the mechanism click. The rocket ignited and left the tube at breakneck speed. He tensed and waited a moment as the jet wash slapped his helmet. The barrel of his launcher rotated and he shifted his aim back to where the grunts were, bracketing them between the two rockets. Once he felt the tube cycle again he ducked and moved across the ground staying low. He crunched across the glass not caring about the sound he made this time and took cover behind big dawg. He waited for the explosions to sound
 
ONI Complex - Exterior (Office 2nd Fl. + Admin Rooftop)

Flud and his two comrades had just made it past the Human checkpoint designed to stop their primitive wheel-based vehicles when he heard the unmistakable sound of a weapon being fired. Even worse, it was being fired at him. Looking up Flud allowed himself to pause briefly but long enough to witness the first rocket fly towards him.

Rolled: 2

By some measure of luck or perhaps through sheer stupidity the rocket flew past him and turned half of the checkpoint into burning debris. The shockwave erupted behind Flud and grazed both his armor and leathery skin with warmth. Breathing faster he pushed on and together with his comrades Flud returned fire.

Rolled: 8

The half-destroyed officer complex was ruthlessly showered in needle, plasma and explosive fuel rod fire as all three Unggoy soldiers focused their attention on the elusive Human raining rockets on their positions. While they didn't kill anyone the enemy rocketeer would soon find that his robotic companion had been showered in burning-hot plasma, wounding and slowing it down.

Rolled: 4

Flud's victory would be short-lived however as the second rocket impacted half a second later, instantly turning Kluy- a father of ten- into a smoldering corpse which was ruthlessly hurled into the perimeter fence some five meters behind them. Klad and Flud pressed on, both screaming...

Rolled: 4

...but were gunned down without warning as the combined efforts of Jace, Doc and a wounded Hayworth let loose a barrage of weapons fire. Stuck in open terrain there were was no place for the brave Unggoy fighters to go as they were finally put down.

Hayworth cursed and practically slumped back down into cover. "Clear," he muttered out loud. His opaque visor covered the pained expression beneath. For now the situation had calmed down, if temporarily. The Spirit hovering above the town was a reminder that there could be more hostiles on their way though luckily for the ONI team it remained in place.

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"X-Building" - Lower Floor

While Grey remained behind King and Lyster carefully searched through the entire room. By the look of things there was nothing of importance inside any of the crates lining the walls or inside the trucks parked to the side. The truck parked at the center of the room however held several reinforced but empty containers. By the look of things it had been prepared to transport something important when the call for evacuation had sounded.

A GPS-device inside the driver's cabin had been fed with the coordinates for a civilian structure in downtown Verent City though the designated building bore no special markings or tags to identify it as anything else than a office complex. An image of the structure did however show a skyscraper with a fascinating number of antennas and communications dishes lining its exterior. Perhaps it was a ONI structure in disguise?

Upon searching the garage both King and Lyster returned to the control room just as Grey descended down the stairs. "It's gone," she said shaking her head before reaching for her Push-to-talk-button, enabling her to speak over the squad comms. "It's gone. The weapon, it's gone."

"Say again?" Black asked over the comms with a slight concern in his voice. Grey shook her head once again and looked between King and Lyster. "It's gone, sir. One of the scientists grabbed it on his way out. Said he'd bring it to Verent City for some reason. Half of it was gibberish."

"Damn it..."

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Mountaineer's Rest - Warehouse

As Owen, Davis and Tremell split up to clear the warehouse the eerie silence only added to the tension. Suddenly Tremell's voice broke the silence. "Tremell here. I found Prieto and two civvies," he whispered. "Be advised. Multiple enemy contacts somewhere inside."

Just then Davis rounded a corner not too far from Owen and as he did, the veteran soldier suddenly spun to his left and managed to fire off a short burst before being tackled to the ground as an entire shelf was razed. As he turned around Owen could see a struggling Davis attempting to claw his way out from under the shelf just as a Covenant Elite donning crimson-colored armored slowly walked upon the turned-over shelf.

Laughing, the alien spoke in its own indistinguishable language as it approached Davis and raised its plasma rifle to fire.

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*
Admin Building - Lobby

As the fighting died down outside both Black and Uzi relaxed where as Langdon sighed with relief from behind the relative safety of the lobby desk. Posted on either side of the entrance, Black and Uzi continued to observe outwards when Grey suddenly hailed Black. After responding Black turned around and punched the wall next to him.

If the asset wasn't in place they'd either have to go after it or make sure it was destroyed. Either option would turn the already quite risky mission into something far worse and Black knew damn well that if Captain Gentry had orders to see through the mission at any costs then the ONI agent would have no choice but to order his team into pursuing this rogue egghead.

"Be advised," Black said, hailing all members of the team. "Mission objective is a no-show. I have no choice but to hail the Tangible." There was a brief pause as Black contemplated his next words. He glanced at Langdon who could barely be seen peaking up over the desk. "We might need to engage the remaining hostiles and commence a pursuit of the objective."

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Meanwhile...

Captain Tormund Danielsen of the UNSC Empire watched the screen in front of him with a stern expression. Tiny dots represented the recently deployed ground forces that were rapidly descending towards Verent's surface. The Empire and its two escorts hadn't been in Verent's orbit for very long but already the squadron of Pelicans and Albatrosses had made it past the orbital end of Verent City's space elevator and begun homing in on the LZ coordinates ONI had so generously shared.

While Captain Danielsen was a Navy man at heart- a 'squid' as the marines said- a part of him felt a pang of guilt. The men and women deploying to the ground were inserting into quite the hot-zone whereas Danielsen and his crew were relatively safe aboard their Halcyon-class cruiser. If everything went according to plan Tormund's prayers would be answered and the squads would return to him in one piece.

Unfortunately he already knew their chances of capturing what the ONI referred to as a 'Tier-1 asset', much less neutralize it. He frowned and uttered a silent curse directed at the Section Three spook that had commandeered Tormund, his crew and everyone else that had been ordered to go on this mission. Most of the mission dossier had been censored and the ground intelligence was, at best, sketchy.

Despite this ONI had somehow managed to scrounge up the Empire, her escorts (the UNSC Prying Eyes and the UNSC Aggressor), a squadron of specially trained and veteran pilots from the 7th Special Airlift Wing, a company of elite ODSTs from the 211th Shock Troops Division and a company of heavy vehicles from the 84th Armored Support Division.

Prior to deployment the pilots had made bets on who would reach the LZ first, the ODSTs had sung songs and the vehicle crews had compared chalk-marks on their hulls. The only ones that didn't show pre-combat jitters were ONIs "specialists", all of which had silently prepared their gear.

Captain Danielsen shook his head. He knew damn well what they were and he didn't like it. Among his peers a growing paranoia had emerged among captains assigned to ONIs special operations which stemmed mostly from the extreme casualty rates.

Tormund uttered another silent prayer just as an icon started to flash on the screen in front of him.

He was being hailed.

"Comms," he said while glancing over to the young lieutenant seated at the communications station.

"It's UNSC, sir." The comms officer raised an eyebrow. "ONI verification codes, unknown source on the transmission. It's being bounced around between us and our escorts."

Captain Danielsen frowned. "Gladius?"

A hologram suddenly flickered to life next to the captain's seat. A golden hologram shaped like an ancient Roman warrior formed rapidly, though the miniature warrior could've easily been mistaken for a holographic museum piece rather than an AI.

Gladius held his left arm behind his back while his right hand firmly gripped the bottom-end of a small sword balancing on its tip next to him- the same type of sword he had named himself after.

Staring in the same direction as Captain Danielsen, Gladius raised his chin slightly. "Transmission origin is actively being masked, most likely an AI. Based on my knowledge of Verent and its infrastructure there is no planetside installation with enough proccessing power to support such a feat."

Danielsen grunted. His eyes wandered to the enemy battlegroup still holding their positions outside weapons range. "Covenant?" He asked, despite knowing that if the Covenant had an AI capable of doing this then they'd already brute-forced their way into the Empire's systems.

Gladius remained silent for a moment as if analyzing the suggestion. He then shook his holographic head and turned towards his captain. "Negative, sir. It must be a prowler. Close proximity."

Sighing, Danielsen waved. "Patch them through."

*
Captain Joshua Gentry watched as the screen flickered to life after a series of notifications informing him that the communications channel was indeed encrypted and that he would indeed be executed for treason if he disclosed any secret information. A man that looked twice as weathered than himself appeared on-screen accompanied by an AI.

Nodding, Gentry cleared his throat quickly. "Captain Gentry of the UNSC Tangible Excuse, sorry for the intrusion."

The other captain glanced to his AI that whispered something, no doubt confirming that the Tangible Excuse did indeed exist. Because it was part of the highly secretive Prowler Corps the crew of the Empire would no doubt have very little information on it. Finally the other captain nodded and spoke; "Captain Danielsen of the UNSC Empire. Good to have you, Tangible. What can I do for you?"

"Nothing more but to tell me where my crew and I can pitch in," replied Gentry. If the other captain was surprised he masked it well as his immediate response was to nod.

"Very well, we appreciate the support. I don't suppose you're carrying some HORNETs with you?"

Gentry nodded. In this case Danielsen referred to the M441 Hornet Remote Explosive System which was a type of remote-detonated nuclear mines. Time and time again had shown that Covenant captains lacked the ability to intercept nuclear mines until it was too late and with the intense electro-magnetic shockwave that followed the detonation of a nuclear mine shields and weapon systems could be disrupted or even outright disabled.

Taking into consideration that Danielsen's battlegroup consisted of a measly three ships Gentry understood why his peer would like the ability to even the odds- even if it was briefly.

"We'll get it done. I'll have my AI send the detonation codes via a secure channel once we've planted them."

Then, a sudden alert began to sound as the ground team hailed for help. Karma immediately muted the live comms channel between the Tangible and the Empire. After listening in on the emergency broadcast Karma restored the audio. "Apologies," said Gentry with a stern expression on his face. "I need your help with something."

Danielsen nodded and straightened himself. "Name it."

"How fast can you get me some ground support?"
 
As the King descended down the stairs to the lower half of the clandestine Research development building of ONI, his guard had been heightened to its' absolute apex. He did not a repeat of the George situation from upstairs. As the ONI agent's barrel led the way, sweeping the room to one side while Lyster surely took the other. Judging from the noises outside, it appears that the deployed team of ONI and UNSC marines have already encountered hostiles. As if hostiles were their only worry. Because as King searched the room, crates and containers alike. There were no signs that the device, weapon or tool, was here. He hoped that was wrong, but as King searched and searched. They had stumbled upon something disappointing.

The soft glow of a GPS unit drew King to investigate. Opening the vehicle's door, King stepped up and read the information on the screen. His fingers crawled around his battle rifle and tightened their grip, threatening to crush the weapon in his hands. "Asset is no show, I repeat, asset is no show." He said with notable notes of frustration. He dipped from the transport vehicle, slamming the door shut.

He turned to Lyster and now Grey who had just informed Black of their unfortunate finding, or lack thereof.

"We regroup with Black, but I'm not sure we should go back through the skyline. Might be sitting ducks if there are any boogies hovering outside the building." Soon, Black chimed over the communication device. "Copy, sir. We'll return to your position, King out."
 

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