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Authors note, I don't own an XBOX, And though I have beaten HALO and played Halo2 it is rare that I do have the luck of playing either. So forgive me if I am wrong about a date or name of a vehicle/ Weapon. That and the fact that this is my second story.



1900 Hours, March 20th 2552 (Military Calendar)
Planet Athena, Olympian system
In the corporate district of New Crete, intersection of 45th avenue and Chromos St


Second lieutenant Michael "Red" Louis's gaze was fixed on the GPS display in front of him. He was in the second Warthog of a large convoy, which consisted of twenty hogs, eight scorpions, and an old "Schwarzkopf" battle tank. It was a sizable task force. Red stood up in the passengers seat and hand signaled to his men further back. His and five other warthogs turned down Gaea Rd. Michael spotted his target, the ten story Marriott Hotel, from which they would defend there assigned section of city. The lieutenant dismounted first and walked into the ritzy Hotel, flanked by his four sergeants Bob Finch, Nathan Shoemaker, Lauren Winters, and Alexander Melekin. Louis was an imposing figure, standing at six' two, he was armed to the teeth, he had a BR-55 slung under his right shoulder, a shotgun secured to his A-Frame suspender, and an SMG tucked in the back of his waistband. To supplement that he had Ammo for all these weapons, plus five frag grenades and a plasma pistol he had found.
"Alright Bob, and I want your squad in that low rise apartment on the corner, Laury, that office building on the opposite side of the block, and Nate, I want you across from Luary. Alex, I want you to man the Warthogs and fixed MGs. I'll keep my squad in this building, and tell Connors I want him on the roof with plenty of ammo and a spotter," he said pointing out the localations with his combination GPS/Aerial photo Device. "I'll set up my CP in the third floor conference room. You all know how to deploy your men, and you are all well trained, I will keep in contact, Oh, and send Doc Hardy in," He said dismissing his squad leaders. They filed out to their respective squads, and Corpsmen Jonathon Hardy came in a few seconds later.
"What is it Red?" he asked. In any other unit that would be considered gross insubordination, and Hardy would be arrested, But Louis preferred a more casual relation ship with his men.
"Doc, where do you want to put up the wounded?" Red asked his Friend.
"I would say over there," John motioned to the large open Lobby.
"Alright Doc, inform the sergeants," Red finished he then walked back out to the large tank idling in the street. Louis climbed on top and hit the top of the hatch twice, then the commander popped up.
"I want you over in that intersection!" Joe yelled over the roar of the old diesel engine, as he motioned to an inter section.
"Alright!" the Warrant officer responded retracting back into his Titanium Shell. The second lieui then organized his warthogs into defensive positions and put up concrete barricades. By the time Michael had finished, it had turned from dusk to night, and the triple moons shone brightly in the sky. He and his squad retreated to the safety of the large hotel, from which he had his men positioned on the 3rd, 5th and 8th floors.
"All right, lets call it a night, I want guards in rotations of three hours, and two men at a time. He commanded his men before he found a wonderful luxury, comfortable beds. He pulled out another gadget he used frequently, a digital device called an "E-Book". It was also a military version, it could hold text docs, MP7s, Jpegs, and stream video over a hard encrypted wireless net work. At the moment he had the complete works of Tom Clancy, he was halfway through "Debt Of Honor", along with a large collection of 20th and 21st century rock. As he fished around for it in his pocket a photo fell out, It was of him, Joyce Weber, Doc Hardy, and Amanda Smith. Red's mind scanned back to that not so far off day. It was last March, his graduation from the Annapolis Military academy on Earth, and Hardy had just Finished his residency at Colon Powel military hospital. Both there girl friends were there for the joyous occasion. Him and Doc knew each other since they attended High school in Columbus, Ohio on Earth. The last time Michael had seen his love was when he left on the UNSC Fletcher. The reason Michael was on this colony was to repel a covie invasion, what He didn't know, was why the covenant would bother invading when it would be easier to just glass the planet. As he thought about this he fell asleep in the comfortable hotel bed.






0000 hours.


Red was awakened Three hours later by a small electrical shock to his wrist.
"Sonuvabitch" he muttered. It was a wrist band with a small needle in it that would awaken him if he received any urgent radio calls. Mike keyed the headset in his ear.
"Louis here," he answered groggily.
"Sir, it's Connors, we have phantoms approaching from baring 255," The sniper called.
"Rog that, alert the men, and fire at will," Michael responded, more alert. Red quickly placed his helmet on his red hair, grabbed his gear and beat it to a firing position.
"Sir, they are landing a block over, I count three elites, five grunts and a pair of hunters, wait, another six jackals,"
"Roger that Connors, you get that guys?"
The four sergeants responded, and readied themselves for the onslaught. The platoon consisted of five four man squads, and they were about to encounter the spearhead of an alien invasion. As Michael armed the NVG mode on his visor he heard Connors fire five shots from his high powered sniper rifle, which was returned by a blast of bluish green plasma. The plasma looked odd through the light amplifying sensors, it was larger and its edges were less defined. Red tried to open the window, but found it sealed tight so he just busted it open and started to fire at the covenant troops. He brought up his scope and picked off three grunts, who were rounding a corner a few blocks away. Red then darted up a flight to join the majority of his squad on a large balcony. They were glee fully picking off jackals, whom were preoccupied with the warthogs leaving their heads exposed. Earlier that day they had moved up a Bazooka, and a chain gun, and the latter was decimating grunts and jackals. a pair of Hunters came charging across a street, One fired off a shot which exploded a warthog.
"Rodriguez, take out those hunters," Red commanded a PFC who was near the rocket launcher. The PFC dutifully picked up the large weapon, sighted and fired both barrels. The hunters spotted the rockets screeching towards them, and raised their shields in defense. The twin missiles deflected off the shields into the wall of an office building, but it allowed a Gauss cannon to rip through the legs of the beasts, then they were finished off. Red had no time to rest on this though, a bolt of intense plasma swooshed past a foot left of his ear, and impacted on the marble behind him. He looked back and found that half of Rodriguez's face was missing, and the other half was melting away. The doomed private fell to the ground screaming in agony, Michael couldn't help but feel sick, He dropped on all fours and spilled his lunch over the edge of the balcony. He wiped away the excess from his mouth and continued to fire, stuck with the horrible taste of warm vomit. He noticed a group of Jackals standing in a group with interlocking shields, not unlike a roman legion. Red armed a frag grenade and tossed it a few feet ahead of the group, the three second fuse was armed on contact, and then it bounced again and exploded mid flight. The bodies of the jackals were strewn across the road, some un-identifiable. The plasma was now dieing down, it seemed as though the Covie was falling back, or so they thought. No sooner then one marine start to cheer, a mammoth plasma beam cut through a neighboring building like a knife through butter.
"Trojan 1, this is Persian 1, you have a massive walking tank in bound on your position, coming from baring 270," a call came over the radio.




Chapter 2
0110 Hours

Red knew the thing was getting closer, the ground was starting to shake with every step it took. A piece of marble fell down from above and landed on Michaels helmet.
"Alright Alex, as soon as we have a visual, I want you to pop a smoke, and hide those wart hogs," Michael called to his sergeant.
"Roger that,"
"Falcon food, falcon food, this is Trojan one, I have a large walking armored vehicle approaching my position from baring 270, requesting fire mission, Over," Red called over the radio. Falcon food was the call sign for the UNSC Jessica Lynch, an aging destroyer in geo-synchronize orbit above the city. It had been attached to the defense force for the explicit purpose of supporting the troops with it's compliment of four old Mk-1 MAC turrets.
"Trojan one, Fire mission approved, locating target, out,"

Middle exosphere, Aboard the UNSC Jennifer Lynch CIC

On the bottom of the Lynch a large reflection telescope came to life. It began to point down on the city of New Crete.
"There it is sir," an ensign said, his display showing a large spider-like machine rampaging through the city.
"Roger Jacobs, lock in target speed and calculate solution," Captain Bartholomew Felts responded, he was the commander of the ship.
"Aye Aye cap'n, solution calculated and ready, transmitting to batteries alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta," the Ensign answered as he dutifully typed at his console, The four twin turrets rotated into position.
"all batteries commence fire,"
"Aye, commencing fire," the eight guns unleashed eight 56mm high explosive shells, which spiraled into the atmosphere.



0117 hours.

The "Scarab" was now only half a click out. Red had already hidden his men inside, they had nothing that could deal with something that large. Just then the lieutenant heard an odd sound, like some one frying bacon. He chanced a peek outside just in time to see an octuplet of MAC rounds impact the mammoth tank. The rounds easily penetrated, aided by gravity, and detonated inside. The beast collapsed in between two sky scrapers, creating a million ton road block.
"Falcon food this is Trojan one, good shooting tex, rounds dead on. You just gave us one hell of a road block," Michael called into his radio
"Roger that Trojan one, happy to oblige, Falcon food over and out," Capitan felts responded. Red then gave the "all clear" signal to his men, and they returned to their vantage points.
"All Trojans, report in casualties,"
"Trojan 2, one casualty,"
"Trojan 3, no casualties,"
"Trojan 4, Sergeant Shoemaker is dead, and we have three other wounded,"
"Trojan mobile, two dead,"
"Roger that Trojan 4, Trojan mobile send a warthog to pick up the wounded," Red commanded
"Rog that Trojan 1," Red then bounded down three floors to alert Doc Hardy, taking them four at a time.
"Doc, we got three wounded inbound, be ready,"
"Alright Mike, thanks for the heads up," Hardy responded. As Red bounded back up the three stories he heard the Chain gun open up. As he got there he heard lance corporal Timothy Jackson cursing at the covenant, as they were climbing the burning hulk of the massive tank.
"You Sons-a-Bitches, what the holy hell will it take to stop you!?" the man rhetorically asked as he hammered away at the jackals scaling the wreck. Red dropped his Trusty BR-55, and picked up the rocket launcher, still laying by Rodriguez's now lifeless body. He loaded a two round canister and took aim at a mass of grunts trying o descend the wreck. HE fired both barrels with deadly effect, the rockets hit one grunt square in the head, then penetrated into a jackals shield. The energy detonated the warhead killing the jackal and a group of grunts it was using as a sort of "shield"
"Ah, god damn it, I'm hit!" Jackson said as he fell back from the gun, clutching his left arm.
"You can still walk marine, take this and go see Doc Hardy!" Red yelled as he hoisted the Marine up and handed him an SMG in a single motion. Red then took up the chain gun, and started to mow down countless grunts ascending the peak of the wreck. Then, there were no more, fodder stopped appearing over the wreck, and fire stopped suddenly.
"This is Trojan three, there pulling back,"
"Trojan two, same here,"
"Roger Trojans stay alert," Red cautioned as he returned in doors.
"Covenant zero, us one," Red though as he went to get some shut-eye, it would be different, because the second sun was just starting to peak above the horizon.

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