Prolog

Corporal Jackson was on one of the seat of a pelican. To his left sat his best friend Lance Corporal Jones. To his right sat his Sergeant, His name was Henry. In front of him was the raido man, Private Mark.

"This is Echo-42, enroute to the rallypoint blue with Delta Squad over" Said the Pelican pilot into the com. He began lowering the thrusters and opening the bay doors

"Roger 42, proceed to the landing pad with your package, control out" Responded a voice.

The pelican landed on the pad and the squad moved out. Jackson looked around and saw sergeants drilling their squads and men working on the campsite. A sudden red alarm triggered and every marine stopped and looked for their weapons.

"Red Alert Red Alert, brutes inbound, this is not a drill" Yelled the megaphone on top of a pole.Jackson cocked his Battlerifle and slamed a new magazine into his sidearm. "This is where the fun begins.." He thought as marines went to their battle stations

Chapter 1-Ambush at Road 77

Jackson hurried to the last tanks seat as they began to head to one of the supply depots. Finnaly he got there and started breathing hard form so much running.

"So, fresh off the chart then?" Said Gunnery Sergeant Peter's, he was one of the war vets that most of his company knew. He was equiped with a portable M247 GPMG.

"Yea, got to corporal in resuceing some civlians and holding a few grunts at the same time" Jackson replied. He looked at the ammo meter in his Assualt Rifle. The tank halted to a stop and Peter told him and the other 2 passengers to follow him. They went up to the front tank and saw the problem. A downed ghost stood in the way of the road and the grunt was barley alive.

"Hey, theres something stuck in his leg..," Said one of the Marines "Lemme pull that out for ya.." As he pulled it out everything went slow-mo. It exploded and the marine was thrown back with several spikes in him and one of the tanks blew up. Jackals began sniping the convoy and banshees begain strafing runs. Another tank blew up by plasma motars, Peter shook his shoulders and Jackson snapped out of it. Sergeant Henry came up to the men with a couple spikes in him.

"Jackson, Jones, and Peter head to the those motars and take them out!, Mark get some air support over here!, Lark and Ben support fire for the wounded! And can someone get me a medic!" Bark the Sergeant

The squad moved into the cover of the forest. Jones grinned at him and began saying that even injured Henry can still Bark orders. Jackson laughed and little even Peter smiled.

"Heck, I bet if he was in a covenant prison he would bark orders-" He said but was cut off when a motar came flying out above them.

"Must be getting close scine it looks like it just came form the ground" Peter Began to state

"What was your frist clue? the roar of a brute? or the Shades over there..". Jackson sighed and this was going to take a while...

Chapter 2-Nightfall

Night had erupted bur Jackson could still hear the rounds of motars, hornets providing cover, and yells form the marines. Peter was on a rocking resting and Jones was figedeting with his rifle. Peter regained his breath and they began to walk again. A couple minutes later, after climbing a large mountian, saw the whole motar camp. 2 Dug in motars underground, a few shades by the cliff, grunts getting gear form a phantom, and to top it off a brute cheiftan.

"We dont stand a chance agansit those guys" Jones whispered wide eyes. He face was grim and was going pale by the second.

"Yea, then all we gotta do is throw this beacon I carry for this occasion" Peter pulled out a flare gun with a blue ammo. Jackson reconized it form the ship, it was stantered requlation for Heavy weapon units to carry. The beacon was a mac beacon and had to be manully deployed."Jackson cover me, Jones start carrying my stuff down hill with the pack" Jackson nodded and slamed a new clip in his rifle.

"Ugh, this stuff is heavy, meet me by the rock we were at earlier" Jones groaned and heaved the pack over his shoulder. He started to climn down the mountian. Jackson took a deep breath and pulled out one of the grenades on his chest. He pulled the pin out, and chugged it at the cheiftan. Peter began setting the beacon infront of them while Jackson supperesed the fire on the cheiftan. The cheiftan became invincable and charged them. Jackson turned his attetion to the grunts and took them out. "Take as many out before you go" He thought and the cheiftan grabbed him by the neck not noticing Peter.

"Ha!, is this the best the humans can send?" The Cheiftan said in clear english

"Unforntanly, yes but iam surpirsed that you lost so many battles agansit the elites when you out number them 3 to 1" Jackson smirked back at him. He heard the beeping noise of the beacon and Jackson knew what he had to do.

"Funny human, but you wont be so funny without a head would you?" The Cheiftan replied now pulling out a knife.

"Yea,well neither will you!" Jackson yelled as he pulled a grenade form his pocket and chuged it in the cheiftans mouth. He let go of him and began trying to pull the grenade out. Jackson jumped away form the cheiftan and slide down the mountian twigs hitting his face and dirt smearing his body. He stopped, no lethal injuries but his legs were killing him. Peter grabbed his shoulder and pulled him toward the rondevo point. As soon as he got there he saw Jones watching the Mac fire upon the motar postion. Jones saw Jackson and pulled the FR out also know as the free raido. He commed a medical hornet and in a few seconds a medic was strapping him in the hornet. That was all he saw as his vision began to blurr