Spartans Never Die

Low gravity was a tyrant to the colony of Mgalekgolo, the weightlessness lifted them and made their body easy to displace. Orussa was spawned on a ship with artificial gravity, he was adapted to lower densities in the air, and stayed solid. Colgava on the other hand felt a branch of his colony unraveling until Lak had pressed them back together, he rumbled a thanks to the Field Marshall in the Sanghelli native tongue, an easy word that the warbling of his midsection branch of his colony could produce by wriggling in some places. Both brothers reached up simultaneously, and grounded themselves to the floor by pressing the ends of their shields into the ceiling. Orussa examined his cannon, making sure the rod was not depleted, and set it on its high explosive setting. Colgava did the same on his older tech, looking at the fuel drum to ensure he had enough munitions, the old Hunter then set his weapon on its 'scarab like' beam setting, and waited for the telltale 'Clang' of the boarding vessel attaching to its prey.
 
~Toha Derai~
"Toha. It's been many years since I last saw you- I noticed your name on the ship roster, and until now, I didn't know you were here. I don't anticipate you failing us in killing the humans on this structure." Lak said to him. Toha waved off his other squad-mates to wait on the ship and replied back to Lak, "So it has been many years, and here we are again, as an officer under you again. It will be fun. And as for failure, it doesn't exist."
Apparently he was doing this alone with Lak. Unknown as to why he would do that, but it became more clear as a pair of Mgalekgolo 'Hunters' appeared and bowed before them. He nodded them back in reply as they proceeded to enter the boarding craft, followed by Toha himself before it shut behind him. It appeared that the Mgalekgolo brothers were constantly talking to each other and to everyone here as they recited a poem. It was something to think about as Toha activated his shields before they launched off of the platform. Lak gripped one of the Mgalekgolo to assure nothing went wrong on the trip, and the one he was sitting next to required and insisted that it got no assistance so he left that at that and strapped himself in.
The craft shot off, resulting in a rather bumpier ride than usual, which he thought was due to the fact that he'd gotten soft and has not done something like this in a while...no matter, it didn't bother him much. as he would not get hurt from it. He briefly looked at the huge lumbering figure sitting next to him from time to time, wondering what he was thinking about. He seemed intrigued by most everything, for some reason, and Toha couldn't point that out and thought to himself What's so intriguing about war? About battle? Not much. Yet he seems as excited as if we have won every war...
He looked at Lak and thought of when he served as an officer, a Major, under his command as a general. To think about it, the only difference between then and now was that he was SO.
The craft came closer to a sort-of station, and Toha thought about the humans on the craft, and how they were going to be killed under the might of his sword, killing humans seemed surprisingly fun, he looked at his sword, holstered at his side. Then back at the station then replied to everyone;
"Looks like a death to the Humans is soon to come."
 
Spartan 259, #008080
"I'm Raegan, spartan 473, most just call me "Ray", I work with forerunner technology." The Spartan 259 pointed out had finally approached and begun to speak.

"Lads, we have a problem. Round up the soldiers on the station and i'll make sure they broadcast the approaching covenant. They'll be attached to the station soon and a containment team probably can't handle them. Divert everyone to just evacuate if possible!" Yet another unfamiliar face had run upon the 259. He was beginning to feel...nostalgic. His mind wandering like a child across long lost days where he was in a group of a hundred or so. Of course, that was before the augments killed or crippled more than half of them. So goes logic.

"We'll need to funnel the masses. Lead them straight to the ship. Ever see the way rats migrate en masse when there is danger? We need to leave no way but the way to the ship accessible. I'll take the western section. create havoc and stir them up to start running. Nothing is scarier than a weapon turned on you."259 muttered turning without a second thought of it and started for the port. He also engaged the light machine gun. Pulling the bolt back before letting it shoot forwards making the weapon 'live'. Each step he made, created was unnerving and deliberately made those that weren't battle hardened-- steer very clear of him.

Of course, it didn't help he had a skull tied around his waist, and his armor was pock-marked from plasma bursts, needle shards, and scratched to hell from fragmentations spraying him. The black visor of his black EVA helmet, didn't allow any glimpses to his face meaning they couldn't tell what he was thinking which made him all the frightening. There was even one instance where he'd stopped in the middle of the hallway, and slowly turned his head to a maintenance man who was just in awe at how big 259 was. However, when 259 pointed in silence towards the ship--the man wasn't inclined to argue. He just took off letting 259 carry on his way.
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Mortumee
The seat restraints released, and Lak got directly behind the hunters.
The drop ship attached to the fuel station, beginning to borrow into the side of the structure with plasma cutters. The field marshal activated his camouflage and took out his needle rifle. Show time.

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Carpenter and Kov
Kov sprinted into the control center, actually throwing the communications officer away from the circuit board.
"All staff, evacuate to the Arctic now!!! This is not a drill!" he yelled into the microphone, before picking up the officer and sending the crew on their way. He began sprinting again, motioning the direction to the stationed UNSC ship.

Faith took it upon herself to take cover behind a barricade inside of the Arctic's cargo hold, motioning in the soldiers.
Across the fuel station, minor boarding craft attached, funneling in waves of minor grunts and the occasional blue elite minors. Jeremy was caught on their way back. He crouched down, unleashing twenty 7.62 rounds into an elite minor who charged at him, emptying his magazine into a few straggling grunts.
"Fakkin hell, I'm pinned down. Don't worry about me, just stay mobile. I'll rendezvous with you in the cargo hold!"
"Ooh rah spartan!
Hell team seven is here to assist you!" an ODST said, getting down beside Kov. He had a MA5B in his hands, his squad mate had a battle rifle, and his rear guard had a...rocket launcher.
"Aye, thank you, just keep him from firin the damn thing into an airlock"
 
The brothers lifted their shields into ready position as the grunts crowded before them. The plasma cutters whirring was like a whistle, signaling the hunt. Orussa could not keep the spines on his back from standing up, while Colgava remained still, tensing for the right moment. With a loud screech, the metal plating of the human vessel dropped down, already the grunts where yipping and barking as they charged into the fight. It was then that Orussa knew why the weaklings were out first, ordinance shields. The brothers did as ordered, hunkering low behind their shields, side to side, while Colgava make a wide sweep with his cannon.
 
Raegan ran after the male spartan, the one who had identified himself as 259, but she didn't say a word. The ODST's that were accompanying him seemed trustworthy but she knew she'd have to keep an eye on the one with a rocket launcher; those things have a bad history when used in confined spaces like this space station. She remembered to switch her battle rifle to a 1 round shot to conserve ammo as she was running after 259 eventually reaching the area where the boarding craft had breached the station VIA a window... She took cover behind a military barricade, it had a few metal crates she could duck behind if a plasma grenade was thrown, and starting firing at one of the elite majors; she figured the ODST's could handle the grunts just fine... Then she spotted a pair of hunters exiting once most of the grunts and a few elites had cleared the boarding vessel. She put away her now empty battle rifle and pulled out her Rail-gun, a little nervous but rather excited at the opportunity presented before her "Now... I just need to time this shot right..." She thought to herself as she kept the sights on both of the hunters waiting for one of them to peek out from behind their shields...
 
~Toha 'Derai~
With his words being said, the latch opened, and everything went to chaos as the grunts and minors piled out of the craft and onto the station, bothering the humans as much as they could, Toha activated his camouflage with Lak and proceeded to follow out of the craft, following behind the brothers as close as possible, peering out from time to time to see what was happening, It appeared to be several humans scattered among barricades. Dead grunts seemed to litter the floor with their dead bodies, but they don't give up. they continue their ranting and taunting. Toha kept his back toward Lak's and pointed his needle rifle toward the side of the brothers, ready to shoot anything that can possibly kill him. doing that will, most indefinitely result in his discovery the room he was in, once cool, has now been heated with the constant whizzing of bullets and the heat of the plasma shooting across the room. The brothers in front of him, surprisingly, are very resilient, and quick, and they made their way in closer for attacking the humans. Toha kept his finger and trained his scope upon the eyes of the first human he saw. He waited for the best time for the shot not to be noticed...like a group of grunts shooting and hollering in front of his target...
And he pulled the trigger.
 
Spartan 259, #008080
Without looking back, and without saying a word--259 motioned for the ODST to set up on the opposite side of Raegan. This left 259 in the middle of the corridor, virtually exposed to enemy fire. He had nothing to hide behind, and no where to go but forwards. He had to keep going forwards. Always. Spartans didn't retreat, they weren't allowed to. Retreat wasn't a word he knew very well if at all. And as he leveled the light machine gun at hip level just as he stepped off with his left foot--he squeezed the trigger. Short, controlled bursts. The 7.62x51 armor-piercing full metal jacket slugs it dispensed at 920 a minute at 2,600 feet a second were more than enough to shred the Unggoy. The Kig-Yars or 'Jackals' didn't fair much better. With no time to lift their shields they were defenseless and those that could manage it--had to face the onslaught of seemingly ceaseless fire. Something their shields didn't cope with well.

"I'll distract them Raegan, when I give the order--fire." The voice broke over her helmet's integrated com channel.

Suddenly, a view screen would emerge in her visor, just as 259 tore a conduit out spraying coolant out at a velocity which quickly clouded the hallway. He had made a makeshift smoke screen, and with her and the ODST's ability to see what he saw, she could still effectively fire and give the enemy no chance to know when or where his team mates were firing from. At that time an Elite Minor swung at him but as big as he was, 259 was still a super soldier and easily dodged kicking at the back of its double hinged knee. When it collapsed forward he caught the creature by its skull and quickly snapped its head to the side. He immediately turned his attention to the pair of Hunters 'dancing' about the corridor.

"Get ready..." He uttered, his voice oddly having a soothing quality about it.

"Now." He then ran towards the Hunters, provoking them to charge. As they had, 259 slipped in between them, causing them to ram each other causing them to disorientate one another.
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Silently acknowledging what 259 said, Raegen kept her rail-gun trained on the hunter to her left, what surprised her a little was the sudden view-screen popping up from her visor just before a large gout of coolant suddenly clouded her vision.... It seems 259 had more tricks up his sleeve than she thought at first, and she smiled a little despite how unnoticeable it was from behind her polarized visor. "Glad someone's putting those damn helmet cams to some proper use." She thought as she used this new viewpoint locating her position behind the barely visible barricade and watched as he made the two hunters collide with one another, holding back a little laugh... As strong as those things can be, all it takes sometimes is a little "ring around the rosie" to throw them off, then she adjusted her aim using the new point of view she's seeing the hunters from, trying to train her sights on the hunter she had targeted before. Upon hearing 259's order to fire and hoping with all her heart that she had calculated her shot right even from the odd angle she was looking at she squeezed the trigger of her rail-gun, and surprisingly enough, it had a lot of kick to it as it fired making a loud booming noise. "Recoil-less my ass! This damn thing's like a mini-mass driver!" She thought, she was thankful now that she had experience with recoil like this from firing a few spartan lasers... Otherwise this unexpected recoil would probably have knocked her off her feet, she made a mental note to write up this little "issue", after all, this was still a prototype weapon; some kinks like this one definitely need to be worked out.
 
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Kov and Carpenter
Jeremy stayed pinned down with the ODST, who were seemingly spraying into thin air- presumably to provide covering fire so the spartan could move. Wading no time, the super soldier sprinted to another heavy crate, using it for cover as Hells seventh's gunner put the hammer down on his trigger. Jeremy rounded a corner and encountered a beastly elite- standing a whopping nine feet tall and clad in ranger armor, the elite whipped out a plasma rifle, firing several at Jeremy at near point black. To counter, the spartan performed a kick into the elites wrist, knocking it's arm back through removing it's shields. He then unleashed fifteen bullets into the elites chest, the rounds tearing open it's armor and shredding it's insides into a purple pulp.
"Helljumpers, fall back to the Arctic. The ship captain will leave without us!"
The ODSTs acknowledged, and exited the battle area and went to the cargo hold. Where the Spartans where, getting on the upper balcony to protect their grenadier who sported the rocket launcher.
Meanwhile, Faith was covering a corridor when there was a sudden mass movement of friendlies behind her. She abandoned the area, making sure to get deep within her own ship so that she wouldn't be left behind. A small grunt battalion attempted to advance but she made short work with them using her DMR, one firing off a fuel rod on accident that warped the edge of an airlock. The spartan grimaced- that wouldn't be good if the airlock busted. The Spartans and ODST would be fine, but the ODST would be sucked into space and die out there and the Spartans wouldn't have time to magnetize their boots.
"This is spartan Faith, I think this place is done for. We need to go!"
Jeremy overheard this on the communication channel and quickly responded.
"Negative. Until the captain orders us, we stay and save anyone we can!"

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Mortumee
"Hunters, continue your advance!" The sangheli commanded, raising hi needle rifle and firing over the hunters fuel rod cannons, scoring a marine in the forehead.
This caused the elite to laugh as he reloaded- it was a near perfect shot.
"When the hall widens, I will disperse to your left. Toha, their right. We will cut the enemy gunners with our blades!"
 
Spartan 259, #b3b300
The ARC-920, Asymmetric Recoilless Carbine-920, or simply 'railgun' was a compact-channel linear accelerator weapon used by the United Nations Space Command. It fired a 16x65mm Ferric-Tungsten slug-with a high explosive integrated. Ideally, the projectile was to be used against heavily armored opponents. The explosive warhead aided high muzzle velocity in penetrating armored targets. The projectile is fired at such velocity that it becomes enveloped in plasma while enroute on its trajectory. Both this 'light' and the charge of the ARC were both blue. Something highly noticeable on the battlefield, not to mention it took several minutes for the weapon to charge to optimum capacity. This was why 259 provided the smoke screen; to offer her a target of opportunity without need of focusing on plasma bolts whipping about her head.

When the Arc fired, 259 had climbed the razor sharp spines on one of the Mgalekgolo, corralling by gripping its 'head'. The thread-like worms could feel the strain of the supersoldier pulling back on its helm. It began howling, but the mate of it refused to fire. The Ferric-Tungsten slug struck dead center of the creatures chest, no thanks to 259's efforts which had made it stand straight up. It had ripped through the first Hunter and detonated when it smashed against the second. The view screen when nauseatingly topsy turvy before blacking out and there was a loud crash of Titanium hitting the deck and grinding to a halt. The ODSTs looked at each other then over at Raegan.

"Uh, sir...should we.." On ODST started but he was quickly taken back when they heard a heavy metal noise clanking around behind the smoke screen--but couldn't see what it was.

259's helmet had been blown off, and his shields were flickering wildly indicating it was trying to recharge. Without so much as a groan, the Spartan stood up, cracked his neck and walked over picking up his helmet. Sliding it back on, the view screen was giving him a few errors until he gave it a few 'Spartan taps' then his shields came back online. The ODSTs were still weary, no one could see beyond the coolant until...the head, or the helm of a Hunter hit the deck and slid to Raegan's feet. It was slightly deformed from the explosion.

"You're with me until you're dead--I like the way you kill things. Now come on, we got people we gotta save."
 
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Orussa lifted the spines on his back in a sign of agreement as they began to march forward. Bullets ricochet of their shields as they met the hail of lead, Orussa leaned his cannon from the center of the shield wall and fired his shot, scoring hit on a marines stomach and leaving him as a pink mist against the wall and floors. Colgava released another wave of his beam cannon, scorching the bulkhead behind the marines and keeping their heads down. Step by heavy footed step the Mgalekgolo edged their way forward towards the marines, seeing them cut down the grunt wielding the needler. The little deacon grunt however, appeared to be alive and well as he yipped and barked from his firing position behind a crate, he fired less heavy versions of their ammunition, but he seemed to be holding his own.
We shall cleanse this vessel from the human filth!
Orussa yelled in the covenant language, although he then switched to the harsh, unpleasant human vocabulary, in which he hoped to instill fear in them.
All humans will burn!
Orussa roughly translated, the floor around him vibrated a slight bit as he roared this threat.
 
Raegan sighed in relief when she heard a smaller, but still considerably loud boom, however what alarmed her was that the 259's POV suddenly went to black and a loud metallic crash was heard soon after. "Shit!" She thought, wondering to herself if she had hit the right target; this would be a very humiliating failure indeed if she had hit 259... An ODST began to address her, predictably referring to her as "Sir" seemingly oblivious to her gender, but was cut off by the clanking sounds of heavy metal, Raegan wondered if a hunter had survived, or if 259 was still alive out there. Then a faint hissing noise followed by some hard tapping noises, 259's view-screen suddenly came online again, and she could just barely see the flashing of his energy shields come online. Before long, the slightly deformed helmet of a hunter bounced across the port deck sliding rather nicely to her feet before 259 himself came into view. "You're with me until you're dead--I like the way you kill things. Now come on, we got people we gotta save." Raegan smiled a little, it was hidden again behind her visor, she hadn't heard anyone say that before that was for sure, but that didn't mean she didn't like it. "I guess I've finally found someone who appreciates my work." She thought to herself, the smile remaining on her face for a moment before she spoke again "Thanks for the assist... I think I'll enjoy your company." She said to 259 giving him a nod of approval, this was definitely a first, but she had a feeling they'd make a great team. Then, with that thought in mind, she began heading down the rest of the hallway making sure she was alongside 259, after all, he was her "partner" now, and partners stick together.
 
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Mortumee
A marine jumped behind the hunter brothers, shotgun up. Lak smacked his shotgun from his hands, uncloaking. He used his energy-wrist blade to cut the humans throat before kicking his corpse across the area.
"Hold fast brothers- the humans have a good blockade!" the field marshal announced, raising his needle rifle in the air with his right hand.
"Unggoy! With the projectile cannon!"
A grunt with a fuel rod gun turned, puzzled as to why he was being summoned.
"Yes boss?"
"Give me your cannon!"
A human DMR bullet went through the grunts skull, fluorescent blue blood splattering onto the Sangheli's shields before sliding off their slippery surface.
"Mine nonetheless!" He growled, grabbing the cannon. He aimed in and saw...a demon. He noted the black armor of the spartan, and his odd helmet...then fired several barrages of fuel rods at the spartan.

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Kov

Jeremy did a tuck and roll, tackling 259.
"Field marshal!" he said, having put 259 behind cover by the tackle.
The fuel rods impacted the bulk head, scorching it and turning the metal blue and red hot.
"ODSTs, engaging target!" yelled some helljumpers, who released a torrent of assault rifle fire approximately twenty meters away into the field marshal elite.
"DO NOT ENGAGE IN CLOSE QUA-" Jeremy tried to say, but it was too late.
The field marshal performed a roll, his weight crushing one ODST under his feet, especially after he stomped on his neck, a disturbing crack as he did so. Trying to avenge their commrade, the Helljumpers opened fire on the field marshal, who dropped the cannon he picked up from the grunt, and whipped out an energy sword.
Spinning in a 180, he kicked one ODST in the chest, shattering his ribs, simultaneously he slashed his energy sword and decapitated the other. The last member of the fireteam ran and tackled the Elite, only to be impaled in the torso by the massive sword.
"U'taga Navarre! No as umaaa!" the marshal taunted, before ducking behind cover and getting his shields back up.
 
The brothers did as told, backing off ten steps while keeping their shields close together. Pivoting to and fro the brothers made sure to keep any surprises off of them. Orussa, who was closest facing to the spartans, assisted the field marshal by launching one of his high explosives in the general vicinity to the target. His other brother kept his volley of beams plentiful. He melted through one of the minor humans still ahead of them, bullets now landed fewer since the insertion, but were still whining and snapping around them all the same.
The human forces must be in a dwindling supply now, Colgava thought as a bullet ricochet from under his shield and dented his thick leg plates, he replied in full, with a volley of fuel rod beams.
 
Spartan 259, #b3b300
"Field marshal!" Was all the warning Dorian got before he was shoulder tackled. And if it hadn't been for that damn grunt behind him, his Captain would have ran dead smack into a moving wall. As big as he was,which was huge even for Spartan standards, few things could move him. He'd even been known to catch Warthogs coming at him. Yes, catch Warthogs. Hitting him was like hitting the ship--only he was less forgiving than the ship was. Alas, as he was struck, he absentmindedly stepped on a grunt and thusly, was only HALF on the ground---plus he was in mid stride. all these factors combined, his teammate toppling 259. Shortly thereafter, fuel rods impacted the hull easily melting the Titanium while glowing with radioactive plasma energy.

"I guess I'm fighting this war laying down."259 remarked. Jeremy wouldn't get it, but due to their last encounter--Raegan would.

"ODSTs, engaging target!"This upset 259. As a Headhunter, Field Marshals were prized. They were one of the highest echelons in the Covenant force, and were a part of the Zealot class. As a matter of fact, the skull he had was a Sangheili Zealot. Sangheili Zealots were high-ranking Covenant Sangheili who is charged with the recovery of Forerunner artifacts. Unparalleled among the Covenant for their skill at arms, Zealots would stop at nothing, not even the eradication of heretical species, in order to recover these holy relics.

That why he reacted the way he did.

"DO NOT ENGAGE IN CLOSE QUA-" It was a blur of red; a sacrament of blood to journey into the Great Beyond. The ODST's were cut down quite readily.

"Here, hold this."It was the only words he said, shoving the light machine gun onto his new found partner. He then took a metal rod from his shoulder, it had a hilt attached and when the rod extended six feet or more into a stave, it illuminated the Elite Energy Sword. The one taken from the zealot who killed Kylie-093. His partner. He stepped past the other Spartans and out in the hall. The skull at his side clicking and clattering.

"U'taga Navarre! No as umaaa!"The beast taunted, well he'd taunt right back.

"The true devotee honors our name with actions, not words." He said, it was a Zealot's mantra. He was calling it out.
 
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Raegan just barely managed to take cover herself when a voice suddenly alerted her of an incoming field marshal. Then an unfamiliar spartan tackled 259, bringing him into cover too, and not a bit too soon either as she felt the impacts of multiple fuel rods hit the bulk heads mere seconds after, sizzling and melting away the ships hull where they had been standing not too long ago. She wondered how a large bulky figure such as 259 could have been toppled by another spartan tackling him just like that and looked around the area for anything that could have contributed to it. Then she spotted a blue stain on one of his boots and located a grunt laying on the ground not too far from it. Thinking about it for a moment, she figured that grunt had played a minor part in the matter, and she smiled a little, both at the joke 259 had cracked about fighting the war laying down and at the fact that this mere grunt had probably managed to help topple a spartan unknowingly. Then the shouts of the ODST's engaging the field marshal she had almost forgot about brought her back to reality, and she was about to open her mouth to warn then when the unknown spartan beat her to it. "DO NOT ENGAGE IN CLOSE QUA-" Too late, the field marshal had already begun to slice them up before anything could be done "Dammit! They really need to cover things like this in their briefings!" Raegan thought with a small sigh, she knew enough about field marshals to know that staying away from close ranged battles with them would be optimal. 259 however seemed to have other ideas, and she was a little surprised when he thrust his current weapon into her free hand and pulled out a strange metal rod, one with an almost matching sword to the field marshals. "I hope you know what you're doing." She thought, clipping his SAW he had handed to her onto an area on the back of her armor. Then she pulled out a size-able metal slug from her belt and loaded up her rail-gun once more before putting the weapon away and equipping her XBR55 and loading a new magazine into it and letting the empty one drop to the floor. She knew there wouldn't be much time to reload once action picked up again so she'd have to make her shots count. Diving behind some cover and poking her weapon over, she managed to spot 259 and the field marshal going at it with each other, but no more covenant reinforcements as of yet... She didn't trust that though, and kept her sights aimed down the hallway waiting for any few stragglers to come running into the scene.
 
The brothers got closer...and closer...and closer to the attacking humans. When they got close enough to the point where they fired their cannons and created sprays of pink everywhere, Lak then ordered Toha to take on the right side, while he did the left. Lak made quite the commotion, slicing up three humans and attracting almost all of the demons attention, and so they faced him. With no demons to worry about, all Toha was left to do was to take out this right side, which, in around five seconds, could easily reach the side of the Mgalekgolo brothers and tear them apart that way, and that will not happen.
The right side consisted of five, well-armed human soldiers. All lined up with their assault rifles shooting away at everybody. Toha snuck easily behind them all. He took out his sword and charged his plasma pistol, and his camouflage wore off with still nobody noticing. So he decided to bring their attention to himself. He threw his sword at the one farthest left, impaling him straight in the chest. At the same time, his fully charged pistol fired off directly into another one, blowing a hole through his head. he quickly threw his pistol at the furthest one, hitting him in the head, while doing that did nothing to him, it did give Toha the extra time to grab the guy in the middle with his right hand. Grab back his sword with his left, and kicked the guy he was holding like you would a football, both snapping his back and hurling him onto the other two, who just got back to shooting at him, now the fight was a 2 on 1, which is a slightly more fair battle. He rolled in closer toward them and easily sliced them into halves or thirds, chopping off their heads too for the fun of it.
With the right side finished, with seemingly no reinforcements in sight, he picked up his pistol and holstered it. He ran behind cover to recharge his shields from the seemingly endless gunfire, pulled out his needle rifle, and proceeded to give covering fire to the rest of his squad, focusing his firepower on mainly the demons who were onto Lak.
 
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Lak heard the demons retort, because covenant translators existed before the UNSC had counterparts, and leapt from cover.
"Ignore this tall demon, brothers. I wish to take the pleasure of cutting him down myself! " he roared, tearing out his energy sword.
He saw the pike- a weapon usually only utilized by honor guards, and then....the skull of a sangheli, on the demon's hip.
The experienced field marshal roared in anger his mandibles flaring as wide as they could, and he tore into a dead run, his sword occasionally striking the bulk head and causing sparks and molten metal to fly up. This demon dare keep the skull of a brother as a trophy?
Lak would not settle for anything but a painful death for the demon for disrespecting a fellow elite, potentially one from the Mortum unless he knew otherwise.
He growled as a smaller demon try to shoot at him with a semi-automatic projectile weapon, which didn't hurt his shield much, but it did piss him off as he had to stop running at 259.
"Unggoy!! Make them hide their heads with needles! Hunters advance!" he said, fairing for the Unggoy to shoot at the smaller demon.
As the smaller demon took cover, he was able to go back to sprinting, slashing his sword at the pike, attempting to either cut it at it's non-plasma hilt or at least clash the plasma.

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Carpenter and Kov
Faith ducked as a torrent of needles impacted where she had been shooting at the field marshal from. This elite was hot blooded like the rest of them, but he still kept his wits up, which was seemingly unique among the higher up elites.
"Captain Crane, I recommend we leave the station!"
The captain came over the ships intercom, his voice seemingly a booming explosion.
"We are leaving! The engines aren't fully primed; no more cargo hold reinforcements. We can't afford to throw that many soldiers to defend it. Kill what you can. I'll seal off the Arctic from the station and we'll leave them behind on the stdtion! Get going Spartans and ODST!"

The ODST raised their rifles, firing at the hunter pair, but they had bad cover which would probably mean their ultimate demise if the brothers both fired at them.
Kov kept firing his assault rifle, cutting down grunts and elite minors- but the captain was right. This boarding party was extensive- which meant it was connected to a large covenant spacecraft. Most likely, as he predicted before, a cruiser or carrier.
"Spartans! Get to the best cover you can- when he seals off the cargo hold, we can break cover and mop up whoever is on our ship!"
 
Orussa and Colgava saw the small group of humans, most importantly their exposed flank, and heard the orders of the field marshal. With Orussa being the more bloodthirsty, he began his push, tromping forward while firing his heavy explosives at the group of littler demons. Colgava pursued after him, using the shield to protect their sides while firing a salvo of superheated fuel rod emissions at the same targets. Their battle roars resonated like souped up subwoofers as they rained hellfire on the ODST's.
 
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