Halo: Faith

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  1. December 26, 2548
    Reach, Northern Mountains


    Stone was awakening from the dark slumber of unconsciousness. He sat up on one knee and and stationed on his other leg, slowly rising to his feet. His visor started initializing when his vision faded back in. First it displayed his health, then his shields, and last his weapons and radar. Surrounding him was the loud and blood soaked battleground of Reach. The bodies of marines were scattered across the ground, bolts of plasma flew through the air. How did Reach fall to suffer in such a way, mankind will never know. But for now the time to sit and watch was over. Every Spartan now knew there was one ultimatum to be heard: Fight or die. Stone wasn't one for dying and he was about to start. Not with so much on the line. The skies became polluted with the appearance of several more Phantoms, dropping covenant like demons. Stone reach around him and grabbed an assault rifle, it had about six clips; plus the two extra he had.

    "Spartan!" called a marine running to his side.

    "The relay outpost is under fire. We need immediate assistance to hod them off until evac arrives!"

    Stone understood clearly and followed the order. Him and the marine ran across a field of explosions and dropping bodies. Passing up soldiers hiding behind cover and suppressing the enemy that would follow. Then they all started falling back to the relay outpost. Being a Spartan, Stone quickly took the lead and brought them there. When they arrived the outpost was surrounded and covered by elites. This was going to be a rough job for the marines, but Stone was going to support them as much as he could.

    "Weapons free! Open fire!" shouted a marine.

    Stone ran into the fray and tackled an elite to the ground, then picked him up and used him as a shield. The bodied worked like a plasma sponge and took all the hits. He lofted his assault rifle to the hip and started gunning down whatever covies he could hit. Their shields broke easy, so the bullets put them down quickly. In rapid succession, four elites went down. Another two hit the ground from suppresive fire from the marines. The outside was clear and it gave them the chance to assault the compound and take it back. Stone tossed the body to the ground and sprinted inside. Right off to his left, a plasma grenade came his way. Stone quickly initiated armor lock and sent the grenade flying back at the elite. The grenade shot off and splattered alien guts all over the place.

    The fight inside was nearly a war zone. When he got inside, he saw they were up against a Zealot class elite. They weren't easy to bring down. Their shields were stronger and they had more skill than others. Stone cocked his rifle as the elite looked at him, just finishing off a marine. The ones following Stone stayed outside in case anything else came up. The Zealot drew it's energy sword then roared for them to fight.
     
  2. Shin, after all his team was taken down, looked for a good sniping spot. He had many munitions, considering he hadn't used any and his teammates wouldn't need it anymore. After a while, he came upon a good outpost. There, was a female spartan with a 51 carbine. Not my choice of gun, but of coarse she could've ran out of munitions. Immediately, he crouched and approached her. "Hey, need a sniping buddy?" He said in his thick southern accent. He may be of Asian decent, but his english was as good as a rednecks. "I'll tell ya, this place is going to hell." He picked out the zealot, who was just so happening to fight another spartan. Damn, two spartans in one day. They gave me a poor class of marines as a sniping team, when I could've been with two SPARTANS? He picked his shot, took aim, and fired. Of coarse it only damaged the shield a little bit. "Zealot's are tough son's o' bitches, aren't they?"


    {Pardon my french. I like the character. I didn't know if cursing is limited or what. If need be, I'll edit.}
     
  3. After shooting a few rounds off, Shin realized that the lady next to him wasn't a spartan, but a femal marine. Well, ain't this awkward. Over here, seeing things, shooting things, and talking to myself. Though, she did have the look, and a uniform that could be mistaken for a Spartan, she didn't have that air to her. She was quiet. "So, tell me. What division of the marines are you from? And, are all your men dead?"
    "42nd division, sir." she said with a good, trained proffesioned voice "And yes sir, all my men have died in the first wave of enemy infantry." She said, a little gloomier.
    "I'll tell you what, stick by me and I'll try my best not to get you killed. Sound good."
    "Yes sir."
    "What your name kid?" Though Shin knew he was a young spartan, he always called marines 'kid'.
    "Private Ashley, sir."
    "Well, Private Ashley, let's take out this alien scum. Then later, we can have a barbeq."
    "Yes sir"
    "Atta girl."
    With that, he began to send another clip off into the zealot.
     
  4. The air seemed almost dead inside the building. James DuVaal could smell the pungent oder of blood and decay. He was damn-near used to it, which honestly was as bad as it was good. He leaned against a wall, having been under heavy fire. He rolled his shoulders, hoping to remove the stiffness of holding his damn gun for so long. Everyone else was dead. It was just him left. Him and the enemy. He growled a bit as he felt his left shoulder pop back into place and he reloaded his weapon before letting a war cry rip from his throat and he dove from his hiding place, laying into those bastards like it was him or them, because obviously, it was.

    After about an hour, he had mowed down half the alien army and the mouth of his best friend was pressed to the forhead of their "man in charge". He smiled, knowing the creature couldn't see the fire in James' eyes or the wild grin on his face as he pulled the trigger, ending the thing's life.

    "Good riddance, mother fu-"

    He was cut short by a shot to the back, jolting him through his armor. Oh yeah, there were more. He turned around and threw up his hands, a tiny bit more relaxed now that the big guy was dead.

    "Yo, can't a man finish a damned sentence? You know you'll have to pay for that, right?"

    With that, he reloaded once more and continued his slaughter.
     
  5. The Zealot quickly dashed towards Stone and slashed at his head. Stone ducked into a roll to the side, landing on his back and opening fire at it's chest. The bullets did damage, but the shields still had some power to them. The elite ran over to stab Stone, but he maneuvered left and right to throw off his jabs. The creature then placed his hand around Stone's throat to keep him still. Stone kicked the elite off and raised to his feet with an uppercut. The Zealot fell back but quickly recovered and stepped back one foot. They started walking in a circle and watched for the next move.

    Stone was accustom to fighting elites and war, but this was a challenge. Zealots were no different from other elites; they were just more armed to the teeth. If Stone wanted to end this quickly he'd have to be a little quicker on the draw. He knew it and so did the Zealot. The beast snarled at him a couple times, holding a look of cockiness. Stone took some time to look around for an extra weapon. To his left was an SMG beneath a marines dead body; to his right was a shotgun. That would level the Zealot like paper against a chainsaw. If Stone could make a quick move and grab the shotgun he'd have all he'll need to bring the elite down. He just had to time his movements right.

    He placed his attack into action when he rolled to the right. The Zealot quickly sprinted at him to strike him before Stone would reach it. His hand made it to the shotgun, but he turned over and grabbed a nearby table instead, and threw it at the Zealot. It was a direct hit and it screwed with it for a minute. Stone then reached back and grabbed the shotgun, then ran over to the elite and led into a slide on his knees. When he made it about a foot away from the Zealot, he pulled the trigger and killed it. The elite let out a small choking sound before hitting the ground, it's sword fell to Stone's side. The base had been cleared and it sounded like the marines outside were doing alright. Before leaving out of the base, Stone grabbed the energy sword from the elite and walked out to meet his squad of marines.

    They were pumping their fists and raising rifles in the air. Banshees were fling away from the base and grunts were scrambling like cowards. It was a small battle, but it was a victory nonetheless. Most of the major missions were soon to come and when they do... Reach would have to be ready.
     
  6. Shin had been up in comftorable position the whole time. Taking out grunts, small elites, and some skittish jackals. He noticed that all of a sudden, the covenant was retreating. "Huu-Raah. Better run, you no good for nuttin shit stains. Get outta here." He shouted out. It was a small victory, and where Shin came from, that meant barbeq. "Now, how bout that barbeq?" He said to the young marine.
    "That sounds great. Sir. Huu-Raah"
    "Let's head out." And with that, they left their position, and went to find the nearest vehicle to get out.
     
  7. Hex was crouched low in an open area, her eyes narrowed and her teeth clenched together tightly in a sign of determination. An elite stood just in front of her, and a cruel grin spread across her lips as she rolled behind a small stone wall, sure to keep out of the enemies sight. A marine was firing at the alien repeatedly, but kept hitting its shields...Wasting ammunition and Hex's patience.

    She rolled her eyes and snuck forward yet again, jumping over the stone wall and landing with an uneven thud at the weight of her body armor. The elite was too focused on the marine to notice the sound, and her proximity to him to turn around and block his blindside from her, making him such an easy target for her,
    The marine leaned over his own form of cover, a piece of metal debris and shot again, weakening the Elites shields further and causing it to stumble backwards - Hex only a mere five feet from him now - The plasma sword he had clutched in his hand, slipped from his fingers and would've landed on the ground if Hex hadn't dashed her hand forward and snatched it from the ground.

    Before the elite could turn around, Hex sent the plasma sword right into his back, severing his spinal cord on contact. The creature gave a hiss of pain that was cut off by blood bubbling up in his throat and tried to turn away from the blade. Hex smirked and twisted the blade around in a complete arc, and in seconds the Elite was on it's knees. She kicked the aliens back and he slipped off the sword, face first onto the ground.

    "...How's that for a knife to the back?" She asked, chuckling darkly at her cheesy line. The marine stood from his cover with a rigid posture and saluted the spartan in gratitude. She waved him away and turned - plasma sword still in hand - to see the chaos going on around her only a yard away. She didn't offer the marine any further assistance as she darted away, preferring to work alone when it came to this sort of thing.
     
  8. Icys climbed out of the small truck, resting the shot-gun on her shoulder and looking around. It was far too quiet for there to be Covenant in the area. She turned back to the driver, a worker with a few scars on his cheek. "Where did you say they were?" she asked him.

    The man pointed to the entrance of the mine. A simple square cut into the ground with wooden reinforcements. It was an old mine, so they hardly took care of it, making it look even older. It was sturdy though and Icys had heard that there was much more advance machinery inside.

    "I assume that the security personnel who was in charge of the mine is in there as well?" she asked.

    The man nodded, then sighed a little. "They should be in there, if they're not all dead," he replied. Without another word, he drove off in the direction they had come from.

    Icys frowned a little and turned to the mine, checking her guns for ammo. She walked in slowly, pulling a small pistol from her side and putting her shot-gun behind her back. She switched the light on her suit on and continued foreword. The workers might've cut off the power. Either that, or the Covenant had destroyed everything. Either way, whether the miners and security were alive or not, she had to take out the enemy. This was a search-and-rescue, but she couldn't really rescue dead people.

    She was beginning to think this was the case when she heard gun-fire up ahead. She hurried foreword to a rather depressing scene. A lone man, worker from the looks of it, locked in a gun-fight with a patrol of Covenant. The bodies of both humans and enemies were strewn along the floor, though the humans had a larger body count, of course. Two elites and two jackals were the only dead for the Covenant. That would change soon enough though.

    Icys went in, firing her pistol several times at the nearest grunt. She didn't bother hiding behind anything, Icys went straight to the enemy, shooting and killing several grunts, as well as hitting a jackal. Once close enough, she smacked the jackal as hard as she could. Death-blow, a satisfying one at that. Despite the plasma fire hitting her, she went straight to the lone elite, still shooting her pistol. Out of ammo, Icys did what she knew best, kicking the elite then sending a punch to it's armored head, the helmet flying off and revealing it's face. She dropped the pistol and pulled out her shot gun, stepping closer to the angry elite as he growled. "Why are you m-f-ers so ugly?" With that, Icys had the gun raised and pulled the trigger, sending purple liquid across the mine's wall.
     
  9. As the medical tube opened up Carl stepped out coughing up bile and other liquids that he had been concealed within. He blinked a few times as he regained his composure and realized he was in an ONI medical facility. His eye's darted from personnel to personnel some were trying to talk to him while others were scrambling to wipe computer files and other important things as they initiated a flash burn. Soon after his hearing returned and he Immediately understood the panic a broadcast was being projected over the loud speakers saying,"Attention all available UNSC units. Reach is under attack, I repeat we are under attack. The covenant have found Reach. We need . . ." Carl stopped paying attention as a young nurse finally took hold of him saying."Sir, were sorry but your wounds didn't get a chance to fully heal, you may experience some discomfort and pain but other then that you should have nor problems in combat." Carl chuckled and turned to her standing up straight now and almost towering over her saying."Who started the party without me?" He The took one last look around the room before heading over to a desk where his equipment was. The bile that had originally covered his body had already evaporated and now he was simply naked as he began to slip his suit on. It didn't take long before he had everything but his helmet on.

    Carl looked around the table and grabbed two auto mag pistol's, the standard pistol for ODST's do to it's built in silencer, and strapped them to his thighs. He then grabbed a shotgun and strapped it to his back before grabbing an assault rifle and 8 clips for it. He then filled 4 pockets with 8 shells each and turned to the Nurse who was still escorting him saying."What's my mission?" The girl looked up at him for a moment almost scared of him before holding out a file. Carl took the file but upon reading it he realized he didn't want his mission. His mission was to infiltrate the largest city on reach and place a Nuke at the center of the city so if all else failed they could destroy everything themselves and keep the covenant from getting anyone or anything. Carter gave the woman a look of despair before slipping his helmet on saying."I do what i do because no other man can do it. I am . . . . Spartan." Carl flipped open the PDA on his wrist and began to check the readout's for his suit which had clearly been upgraded. They had improved the time limit for each energy cell to an hour of sustained use. They had also included hidden tactical blades along the length of his forearms. other then that they were nothing more then menial upgrades that simply increase performance by tiny bits.

    Carl smirked and walked out of the ONI base without trouble even though he had an Escort he didn't really mind it. He let them follow as that was there order to do so. He walked to a small group of parked warthogs and immediately hopped in a M831 Troop Transport
    . He sat there checking all the readings for a minute before saying to his Escort's. "Go get seven ODST's. I want them with me." The escorts nodded and gave a salute before running off to get him his men. He finished a reading check and turned the vehicle on and revved the engine a few times before his ODST's arrived. He nodded at them saying."Get in." And they complied as he pulled out of the base and headed for the city.
     
  10. Stone placed the sword on the magnetic holster on his right thigh. Weapon holsters were still useable this time period, but Spartan armor seemed to have everything a soldier needed. Holding his rifle in his hands while the shotgun stayed strapped to his back by the other magnetic pad, he looked around to see the survivors. It was always a good idea to count your live and your dead. It would mak your chances for a fight better, or worse if the odds were against you when you need it.

    A group of three engineers were working with the radio equipment to call in an evac, probably the best idea for now. To his right were a small squad, they seemed to be of Beta 6. He remembered them calling for help on the coms units and they seemed fine now. Down in front were the other tewn or eleven marines that ravaged this place. They were searching the elites for anything uselful for intel.

    A marine kicked one dead elite on to it's back and looked at it with a stessed expression. "You ever feel like these guys are getting stupider?" he ashed plainly as he stared at Stone. "Like, this is the third time they've hit us and we've won." Another marine came up to him and tapped his shoulder. "Is that such a bad thing? I'd rather fight a dumb alien instead of a smart one anyday."

    Stone shook his head and procceded around the men. With one female marine against a tree; she was holding her leg in pain. Stone could tell she had been wounded earlier, he didn't need to guess it was plasma damage. That stuff both burns and punctures. He kneeled besid her and moved her hand from over her wound to take a look. She was only a graze but its still enough to bring a man down and mame them. She blushed and looked away for a second, Stone didn't notice and dug through her pack for morphine. He found a full needle of it and held her hand to prepare her for the needle, It didn't hurt but he knew she didn't want to look. He placed the needle right above the burn to releave the pain
    ; the rest would be handled back at the base.

    Just as that was taken care of, the sound of humming engines clapped above. A pelican had came to pick them up, along with the cargo of a warthog. Stone gave his shoulder to the marine girl and walked her over to the pelican. He sat her in the closest seat to the back door for when she needed to get out. He climbed in back along with and the othe marines followed. He went up to the pilot and stood beside the driver as they took off for HQ. ONI Sword Base.​
     
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    “What is it you guys it always seems whenever I’m busy blowing stuff up you guys have to ruin my fun?”
    As Vincent plants a detonation pack onto a specter and rolls off as the pack detonates. Laughing as he rolls, you have to love a nice explosion for breakfast.
    “Alright so what is my new objective?”
    “Alright we have a valuable package on its way to the center of the city we need you to be a diversion and guide most of the attacking forces away from the center of the city”
    “Alright any certain way you would like me to proceed with my objection?”
    “Yes there is a high concentration of enemy forces to the east of the city they have many of our troops pinned down and we need your help getting them out of there. There is a 34 floor building we would like you to plant charges on the supports or the infrastructure and detonate the charges cutting of the enemy forces from our own.”
    “What about the collateral damage”
    “We are willing to take some loses but try to keep it to a minimum if possible”
    “Alright objective confirmed 21 over and out”
    21 proceeds to his objective point and begin to contemplate how he should go through with getting this building to topple on top of the enemy without causing to many loses of his own.
    As he proceeds he comes across a mongoose it is pretty beat up but it will work to get him to the building faster. He starts off riding through town he notices many fallen covenant and marines alike. 21 hears gunfire in the distance he proceeds cautiously as he comes to the battle ground he notices that the marines are pinned down and taking heavy losses.
    He sits back contemplating how to precede he looks at the beat up mongoose pulls the Spartan beam from his back and smiles underneath his helmet. He starts the mongoose up and puts a large piece of rubble on the accelerator after attaching 4 frag grenades to the seat. As it slowly makes its way into the fire fight the covenant start to fire on it but soon notice no one is on it they resume firing on the marines as it creeps closer some of the elites notice the red light tagged to the mongoose along with the grenades on the seat and start to run but not many of the elite get out of the explosion as the Spartan beam fires and lights the mongoose up the explosion kills many grunts and fatal wounds some elites the ones who get out of the initial blast make by with their shields being depleted.
    As the blast goes off the marines begin to cheer but to their dismay that’s only the beginning as more covenant begin to pour into the street. 21 run quickly ducking behind rubble as he makes his way to the marines. As he gets to the marines he laughs stubbornly and kindly asks. “So you guys think that will work again?”
     
  12. Stone and his band of marines touched down on a landing pad nearby, out the right window he could see it. ONI: Sword Base. This place was one of the operation holds on Reach that hadn't been hit by covenant.. yet. The back door on the pelican opened up and the marines dropped off quickly. The last one was the wounded female marine he helped earlier. She was having a hard time getting down, so he came up behind her and carried her in his arms. He leaped down then walked over to the medics coming to meet them at the pad. It was a routine in UNSC to be in top shape, or at least your best for a fight. He placed her on a mecial bed and sent her off. She whispered "Thanks.." as she rolled off to the infirmary. Stone looked around to gaze at all he was seeing, knowing how sooner or later most of it would be gone. That's just how things worked... you lose everything in wars...

    "Lieutenant!" called out a voice in the distance, preferably across the bridge leading to the docking bay of Sword Base. He turned to scan for the source and saw a group of ODST; what would they want with him? There was only one way to answer that question, so he went over to them, dodging scrambling soldiers along the way.

    "My name is Cpl J. Reed. It's good to meet you sir." he said as he held out his hand. Stone wasn't the social type after a battle, so he just looked down at his hand, then up at his head. "Um... Right then. I've been asked to bring you in for a practice session, sir. The Colonol wants us all on our toes!" He could tell he was exstatic about seeing a Spartan at work. But that's not what got him to go along. If the colonol was aking him for this, it'd have to be important.

    Minutes later they were walking down a hallway leading to the training room. It was basically a big room with plasma grid walls and bionic floors, made to adapt to any war given situation. "You'll be squaring off against two of our best ODST. Gunnery Sgt. Buck and his sniper Romeo. They are not to be trifled with." Stone kept that in mind, but was sure of himself. If he was to lose, then at least he'll put up a fight. He saw Romeo and Buck at the far side of the room, they had no firearms and Stone's was taken as he arrived. If he remembered right, the first session was a shock staff session. It was to test how a Spartan could improvise with a weapon, see their balance on how they plan an attack.

    "Hold on, we're gonna add one more ODST for you to take on, sir." said the man from the spectator nest. He saw a sleeveless ODST walk in and take position next to the others. Then it started, the AI computer annouced the session and made floor pads come up to their hands with shock poles. They were like a dire sword-double sided which meant you had to be good with a staff like weapon. The AI spoke Round Begins in 5... 4.... 3.... 2... 1 and just as they charged Stone to gang him, he slung his stock pole forward and knocked them all back with one swing.

    "Ooh~" went the spectator in his pit. "This is gonna be a long session."