Game Set Match

          Chapter 1 "free Falling"

The three black objects fell from the "Alicorn's Horn" drop station with intense speeds. The inside of the pods rattled and jolted, but didn't break. As they entered earths atmosphere, Rook heard Knight's com turn on. "So buckos, how's the ride?" He grinned, and mouthed the words "fun" as bishop just shook his head. As they continued their slow descent to the ground, Knights face suddenly turned to that of fear. "Buck.... My rudder won't work..." He could be seen leaning over and pulling on something.

"You're fine, we won't run Into anything. King plotted out the course, and we won't hit anything." Knight sighed, and lay back a bit.

"You better hope he's right. I don't wanna be a PHANTOM RIGHT I-" knights terrified voice was cut off as his pod slammed into the side of a covenant drop ship, punching a hole almost all the way through it. The smoking flaming wreck of both pod and ship started to veer towards the ground. Rook and bishop watched in silent awe and fear.

"D-did you see that?" Bishop's cracked voice came on weakly and in shock. Rook nodded softly, and just gripped the handle tighter."we better not end up like him. Is he still alive?" Rook looked up and checked his scanner. Knight'a heart beat was not visible.

"None of his systems are on. He could be dead or alive." Bishop nodded, and pulled the cord on his pod.

"I'm gonna land on the beach front. Good luck." As Bishop's pod was sucked out of view, Rook nodded, and kept up his flight to the centre of the city. As his pod slammed into the ground and bounced and skidded, he was jolted forward in his seat, and bounced up and down as the pod ripped up the pavement. The pod screeched to a halt by the entrance to a building. He kicked off the lid of his pod and hopped out, grabbing his magnum and smg from a compartment on the side of his pod. He checked his VISR map, and noticed a small grunt patrol on his left, 2 clicks out. The grunts were short ponies, almost as small as a colt. They had massive packs on their back that held the methane gas they breathed. They were generally bad fighters, and even more so when taken by surprise. Rook grinned in his helmet and flicked the safety off on his magnum, and slowly trotted over to the give the enemies what they deserved.