Writers note: Ok before I start this chapter I want to state a complaint...

The word G...A...Y should not have been censored out of the story. That word is not really offensive And I used it in a direct WW2 reference (Enola ***=First plane to drop nuke. Anyways onto...

Chapter 3...

"Juana patch me int to Gerek on the Enola ***, Laura ordered.

"Very Well, Will Gerek comanding officer of the Enola G.ay is now connected."

"Gerek I know your securitie forces include several ODST squads. The ground comander has insisted that we clear a landing zone for thier pelicans. I know You have limited forces but we could use all we could right now. We may have destroyed alot of the enemy ships. However The ships that did land seriously out number us. They landed in a cluster in the desert just below the equator. We need a task force to drop in and secure a platau due west of their so we can odernate an organized ressistance."Laura explained. 

"Understood, those alien dumb***** wont know what hit them We will make a quick run by then land with you back at the base."He replied.

Soon afte, eight ODST's were loading into thier pods. As the Elnola Ga.y flew high over the drop zone. The pods released from the bottom of the ship.

Eight lights appeared over the desert platau. Uknown to the grunts and elites setting up turrets on the surface. Just as a grunt hopped on to the third plasma turret he was burried bu a still scolding hot ODST pod that dropped right on top pf the turret. Simon Terron Walked out of the Pod Assult rifle in one hand. shotgun in the other. He immidiatly took cover as he attracted turret fire. The other ODST jumped out to join the fight. A rocket emerged from behind one of the ODST pod and another turret was obliterated. three more to go. Simon ran to meet up with Sarah behind a nearby boulder. Dodging plasma fire he grabbed a plasma grenade and tossed it at a nearby turret. The plasma grenade stuck to the side of the seet. A horrified elite scrambled out of the turret, but time was not on his side. Simon took to needles to the shoulder as he dove for cover. "Ahh, D**it that hurts"Simon complainde as the needles shattered in his arm.

"Here give them sone back." Sarah said as she tossed an elite blood covered needler. He smiled and peeked over the rock. He put enough rounds into an elites head to splatter it all over the turret he was operating. Another rocket apears from the left aimed at the last turret. It went low thogh only to topple the turret over pinning the grunt operator helplessly under it. The  ODSTs regrouped. "Hey wheres Kellon?" Somebody oasked. The looke far out to the left. Terry Kellons Pod had never opened. They stood and watched as an elite ripped the bod open and put a sword through his chest. The elite howled, only to have Sean put a shot through its head. 

"LZ is secure, lets get some backup in here" Simon stated over the com network.

"Hold the position pelicans are on the way. We are pulling you out, you are going to spearhead a taskforce. Report any casualties."A comunicator from the home base reported.

"We have one casualty, howevver we are combat ready. We better be getting a round of cold beers after this is over."

"Rodger Sargent, you hold tight and we will have your ride here in thirty seconds." In no time at all four pelicans came in all bearing scorpian tanks and marines. 

"Holy Sh**, They mean buisness." Sean exclaimed. The seven ODST's  Loaded into a pelican and headed back to base. The Scorpians heard something over the com network "Ok boys you are going to nock out defenses surounding a covanent cruiser, then go from their. We are taking these ships out one at a time. Role towards the ship and set up a perimiter. We have a "special" package to deliver to thier cargo bay.

No one was sure why the research faciluty/base had a light mass base on stock. But it was a good thing they did. Many said that it was onboard the Enola G.Ay on its way to harvest to be used by landforces if the need arised.

The scorpians roled down the hill. A wraith shot over the front scorpian, barely dodged by the second. However between a scorpian shot and a rocet from a marine ridding shotgun. The wraiths lifespan was cut drastically short. Turrets couldnt do much either. Fighting against the scorpians only to become the next part of the evenings fireworks spectacle. From the left came a plasma mortar that did a number on the scorpian it landed on, not to mention the poor marine passanger it landed on. The wraith of its orgin was quickly disposed of as the scorpians rolled on. Not before long the scorpians reached the covanent cruiser. At the same time Simon and his crew walked in to a briefing room.

"OK marines we have a problem, the commanding officer stated as the door shut."