Hey all, I'm going to write this fight in pieces. It will take the point of view of different people in the fight but the catch is you all decide the next step on options I give. So just prepare for a straight fight from the start.
Private First Class Chase Patton slammed the last clip for his Battle Rifle home. He was reloading with one hand, the gun on his shoulder as his other hand was layed on a fellow ODST's chest. Man had taken a Needler barb to the chest and now half his rib cage could be seen, the bones glistening bare with no flesh. Chase grimaced, the mans chest stopped heaving and just went silent, he removed his bloody glove and didn't try to save him, he was just another casualty in this already FUBAR fight. Chase had ducked behind the wreckage of a Banshee, pulling this man with him, his name tag had been ripped away. Chase decided to call him Frank, "Bye Frank, wish me luck and leave the door to hell open." Chase grabbed his BR up and slapped his helmet with one hand clearing dirt from his faceplate. He took three deep breaths and whipped out, BR raised and finger poised to fire off everything he had.
What will Chase meet on the other side, you decide!
A.One lone grunt.
B.A squad of Elites.
C.A Wraith tank.((Winner))
D. Nothing.
Chase was left with a gaping mouth as he came headlong into a Wraith tank. The vehicle was only ten feet away and the Brute on the gunner seemed just as stunned to see Chase. It was a half second decision of Fight or Flight, and being an ODST you always chose FIGHT! Chase sprinted forward popping off three round bursts, the bullets dinged off the reinforced metal of the Wraith but right before the gunner could fire the driver used the vehicles overdrive to pop forward at Chase. The lone ODST jumped feeling the vehicle slam into him he went head over hills all the air leaving his lungs. Chase snapped back not sure where he was, he heard a snarl and leaned his head back coming eye to eye with the gunner that he had grabbed by the helm when flying end over end. The beast reached out for Chase's throat and he drew the small magnum at his hip, his BR was lost somewhere else. The Brute saw the quick movement, bringing one arm to grab Chases throat and another to the wrist holding the pistol and squeezed. Chase could feel his throat collasping and bones in his wrist snapping like crackers in a crunched hand.
"ARG!" Chase screamed out, using the adrenaline coursing through his viens he slammed his head forward into the Brutes. In a moment of pure luck the faceplate shattered sending small shards of glass into the Brutes eyes, the beast snarled loosening his grip on Chase who quickly grabbed the Magnum from his now worthless arm and fired five bulltets into the beasts face. Blood shot out over the Wraith and covered the cockpit, the Wraith did a quick overdrive once more and Chase without any energy left was thrown like a toy off to the side. The vehicle turned and faced him, this is what looking at your death was like wasn't it?
A large concussive sound resounded from a nearby hilltop, three Scorpions had arrived to the fight and sent their devestating rounds into a nearby Wraith already holding a cockpit drenched with blood. The vehicle exploded into small bits of plasma leaving a useless shell of a once destructive vehicle. Sergeant Tony LaGrace sat in the cockpit of one of these three Scorpions, a rough man who grunted at the fireworks display. The three tanks drove forward, passing dead soldiers all around and the useless scraps of the Wraith. This was the edge of the battle, the real one was still a mile away and a constant stream of smoke and fighters could be seen roaring over it. The tanks rolled over another hill, coming face to face with...
A. A large Covenant infantry force.((Winner))
B. A few Seraph fighters.
C. Five Ghosts.
D. Two Anti-Air Wraiths.
A large Covenant Infantry stood mingling at the bottom of this valley between the two hills. Xexas Rukoromee looked to the north, in the haze of a rising sun sat three of the humans tanks. "Soldiers! Fire on the hill!" he yelled to the Jackals and Grunts around him. The Jackals ran to the front activating their shields to protect those behind them but this was not an infantry war and 90mm rounds are not very forgiving. Concussive shots could be heard and Xexas snarled as his front line was blown to pieces. Parts of Jackals rained down in bloody bits covering cowering grunts. "Return fire!" he yelled and his troops instantly began firing back.
Tony sat in his protected titanium hull, his Scorpion recoiling after every reload. Smoke was rising from the squadrons barrels and they could see a stream of blood below and something else. "Fuel rods!" the man in the Scorpion beside him yelled before the irradiated rocket shots slammed into his vehicle. His dying screech was soon covered up by the enusing explosion as his Scorpion became nothing more than a few treads and spare parts. "Tony, their on the left side" his other squadron mate informed him, Tony had been so stunned with sweat now licking at the inside of his gloves he hadn't fired back. He quickly turned the nose around and began unloading.
Xexes watched in glorification as they took down one of the vehicles, his small Spec Ops group of Grunts had indeed proven themselves on this day. He eyed the tank on the farthest left and brought his Beam Rifle to bear, he took the magnification all the way up and then steadied his breathing. There were three bars protecting the cockpit of these machines but luckily the foolish humans were not moving, merely twisting their barrels back and forth. Xexes slowly squezzed the trigger and felt the round discharge, through his view in the scope he watched the round enter the mans faceplate and then brain matter explode onto the fluttering console lights infront of him. Xexes lowered the sniper, only one more to go.
Tony had watched Matt's head pop, he felt adrenaline surge through him right in that moment. Turning his Scorpion towards the middle of the infantry line he charged. The top speed of a Scorpion is usally 11MPH, but given a downhill angle and 66 tons of pure death and you have a pretty fast vehicle. Tony barely felt it when he hit the first of those alien bastards, just blood spewing out onto the ground and bones shattering under his treads. A few lone grunts dived out of the way, but most were either to stunned or afraid. Then Tony saw him, the white armored leader of this ground force, he had grabbed up a fuel rod cannon and his madibles almost looked to be smiling.
Xexes and Tony both roared in unison has they fired at the other, once the smoke cleared only...
A. Tony was left alive.
B. Xexes was left alive.((Winner))
The smoke cleared, revealing a stripped field littered with bodies and scraps of metal. A few lone grunts coughed inside their methane masks, milling around checking their crushed brethren for life. Everything was silent as Xexes stepped onto the front of the tank, purple blood dripping from his shoulder. The human scum was able to launch his HE round into the ground behind him and shrapnel had sliced through his shield like butter. But now Xexes stood in front of the small animal, his legs were crushed down by the destroyed cockpit and he was trapped. Xexes moved forward growling, drawing the hilt of his energy sword and activating it. The weapon crackled to life, its edges cutting the very air.
"This is your end filth, your death is the will of the Gods."
"*** you" Tony replied, reaching for the pistol at his hip and drawing it.
Xexes sliced the mans arm away in one quick move, his scream of agony echoing out across the valley. It only took a fleeting moment to shove his sword through the mans chest, only hearing one last exhale before cold death swarmed over the small being. Xexes let his sword collaspe and placed the hilt back on his hip. He turned facing the small group of grunts left, "The casulties were great, but glory is ours to---." Xexes never had the chance to finish his battle cry because a 114mm round tore through his cranium splattering brain matter on the grunts below him who squelled in terror.
"This is sniper Bravo 22, both UNSC and Covenant teams are down. Requesting orders." ODST sniper James Magee sat atop a nearby rock a half mile across the valley from where the last battle had occured.
"This is Erinn Patton of High Command ordering you to move through a nearby cave and exit to provide sniper support for Foxtrot Company as they evacuate wounded. NAV point set...and James" the womans voice on the other end quivered.
James sighed, he had known Erinn from boot camp and him and her brother were in the same batallion. He knew what she was about to ask but responded normally anyways, "Yes Erinn?"
He could hear a heavy sigh before she spoke, "Chase's squad has dropped off the map. Just keep an eye out for him please."
The COM cut out right after that, HC must of had their hands full trying to keep the Covenant from over running the space above the planet and she had not needed to wait for an answer.
James sighed as he grabbed up his SRS99D-S2 AM Sniper Rifle and threw it around his back. He drew the silenced pistol at his hip and moved down the green hillside under his vantage point. It took two minutes and almost one fall to reach the bottom of the valley and the cave entrance. "Snipers and caves, that is one hell of a match" he grumbled entering with his pistol raised.
The cave was pretty straight forward, a turn or two every now and then but no split paths and no contacts. James was getting pretty comfortable as he rounded the next turn in the barely lit cave and met...
A. Covenant wounded treatment area.
B. Four Jackals.
C. One Elite with an Energy Sword.
D. One of Chase's barely living squad mates.