Chapters Equestrian meteor shower
Life of the hell jumper
Ryan Westly
Planet omega-3
1350 hours
Plaza bay
Operation "jackknife"
The night sky. A beautiful, mysterious place. There was a meteor shower gracing it. Under its cover were three ODST drop pods streaking through the sky, landing 3 miles from the covenant base in the middle of Plaza city. The squad emerged from the pods like specters in the dark, unknown till the last second. SGT O'neall, a ODST with white tribal tattoos on his armor, carrying a MA5E, a smaller more light weight version than the 5B series, signaled for the one of them to move through the door he was by. The ODST on point was PFC Westly, he had a shark mouth around his visor, his helmet was dark red, as we're his chest plate, shoulder pads, elbow pads, knee pads, and boots. The rest of his armor was a jet black. He had a strap with shotgun rounds across his chest. His equipment included the M90CAWS, the SRS99AM, and the M6C/SOCOM model. He went through with the M90, and checked the 80 story building's first floor. It was all clear so he moved towards the elevator separating, as planned, from his team. Once he got in the elevator he pushed the middle button,43, not going to the top,80, as it would be easier to spot him from the air on the top than in the middle. Something felt off about this mission. He knew it from the start. He thought as he set up his SRS99AM, the sniper rifle's built in bipod finally coming in handy for once. He saw O'neall and the rookie, Marcus, a soldier in plain ODST armor, moving towards the Covvie FOB, as stealthily as possible. O'neall put his FURY TAC-nuke on the side of the FOB. Both O'neall and Westly had one, the rookie was there to watch their backs.
It was all calm, until a banshee flew out of virtually nowhere and lit up the rookie with plasma before anyone could peel off a shot. O'neall sprinted for a building, but the fuel rod cannon on the banshee fired and vaporized him. Westly fired two shots at the banshee. It crashed from its lack of wings. He thought he was out of the forest, sort of speak, until a phantom flew out of the base and connected its bridge to one of the windows of the floor he was on, and grunts and elites poured out. A zealot ran to cut him off and Westly had to stay and fight now. He rushed the elite and shot him with his M90, blowing through the shield and it's chest. He exchanged it for his M6c/SOCOM and lit up the grunts around him. He was attacked by a group of elites. He flipped his shotgun around so the barrel was down towards his elbow. He used it like a Kung fu weapon swinging it around. every time a elite was in range and the barrel faced one he let hell rain. Once all the elites were dead he knew there would be some waiting in the bottom floor, so he decided to take the fire escape.
He was a quarter of the way down when a lich flew by and started attacking. He had to run like hell. He got to the ground and took out his FURY TAC-nuke, set it for 3 minutes, dropped it, and rushed to his pod, if he could get to it and put the hatch back on, he could survive the nuke. But when he was feet away and almost in his pod he felt a searing pain in his right shoulder, looked behind him and saw a elite general uncloak with a ceremonial energy sword through his shoulder. It swung a second one around and decapitated him moments before the bomb went off.
Westly woke in a plush bed, In a highly decorated room. He still had his helmet and armor on, but was missing his weapons. So he left his room, took a right, and proceeded down a expansive hall way. He didn't stop until he heard hooves clopping on the ground. He saw what looked like a pony with bat wings gallop by in armor. Westly was very confused, how could a pony gallop by with no rider, with armor, and bat wings and how could he possibly have survived a energy sword and a nuke? But he pushed back these thoughts and continued down countless hallways and countless stairwells till he found a large closed gate with two guards ponies outside.
He tossed a flashbang down the hallway behind him, hid behind a corner and heard the guards open the gate and rush to the explosion. so he sprinted out past a fountain and pastel colored ponies into a town.
Right when he thought he was home free one of the guards blocked his path and said "halt in the name of Celestia!" He almost stopped dead in his tracks from hearing a pony talk. Almost. With renewed strength he plowed through the guard and down a path on the side of a clif. He didn't feel like being captured and tortured. He looked behind him and saw a battalion of guards chasing after him. He took a sharp turn to the right , at the edge of the path, and ran towards a forest.
The ponies abruptly stopped behind him muttering stuff like "the everfree forest? How are we supposed to follow it in there?!"
He just kept running till he tripped on something metal. He looked down and there were his guns! He put the M6C in its holster, given to him by his dad, his M6C had saved his life on multiple occasions. The SRS99 anti matter rifle magnetized with his M90 like an X across his back. He proceeded west trying to preserve as much sunlight as possible, when he came across a small home.
He was startled by a female voice: "wow, what is that?" Directly behind his hiding spot. He turned to see a grey pony with a blond mane and a wall eyed stare. Looking right at him. With one eye. The other pointing to its snout. He stood up, trying NOW to figure out how ponies could talk.
"Hi, I'm Derpy. What's your name?" It asked.
Surprising even himself he said, "I am private first class Westly of the 2372nd ODST division, the hellhounds. But my friends call me Ryan."
It just approached him and stuck it hoof up in a hand shake gesture, while saying, "do you like muffins?" She asked him randomly.
It took a second for him to reply. "I guess so."
"well 'Ryan' I think we'll get along just fine."
"That we will Derpy, that we will." He said friendly as he shook her hoof.
Time Lapse
Derpy had left to go get supplies for her next batch of muffins, she somehow cooks 50 at once, and pick up Dinky Do, her child, from school. So Westly decided to look around at some of the picture on the wall. He walked past each one, Dinky's first day of school, Derpy and Dinky moving into the house, Derpy bobbing for apples, and failing, during what looked like Halloween, Derpy jumping on a cloud that was spewing out lightning on some building and Dinky laughing on the ground, and so on and so forth when Derpy and who he knew was Dinky walked in.
Derpy continued in but, Dinky just stood there, staring at him, wide eyes and mouth a gape. "Woah, what is that?!" She asked.
So he crouched down and said, "Hi I'm Ryan. You must be dinky." Dinky was ecstatic, she had never met a bipedal before, only ever hearing of them in stories.
"Are you the one my mom was telling me about?" She asked excitedly.
"Well, what did your mom tell you?"
She replied with, "my mom said somepony new was in town and would be staying at our house, and was wearing some weird armor."
"Yep, that's me." He replied when all of the sudden Derpy trotted out of the kitchen with a tray of muffins. "
"Who wants muffins?" She asked.
Westly took off his helmet for the first time in what felt like days, and it probably was, as the ponies looked at him in shock as it look like he tore his head off. He had dirty blond hair, light brown eyes, and not really tan but not pale either, and his face had various small scars, nothing major, except for the long one down his left cheek caused by a near miss of an energy sword and the need for his new helmet.
"What? Is there something on my face?" He asked after he bit into a muffin. They just shook their heads as he looked at them. It then occurred to him, that they had never seen his face.
So he said, "it's okay, this is my real face. That was just a helmet." He said, the two ponies untensing for a moment, until they saw his teeth when he bit in the muffin. Derpy started quivering this creature, she allowed into her home, was omnivorous. It would eat ANYTHING.
"Hey Dinky, could you do me a favor?" Derpy asked nervously.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Could you come with me, to twilight's please?"
Equestrian meteor shower
Reintroductions
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"Die fuckers die!" Westly screamed at the top of his lungs firing his MA5B at the nearest Covenant bastards.
Hours earlier
He was a private in the UNSC and had come home, on planet omega-3, after basic to spend time with his wife before he shipped out on the "blood moon", a UNSC destroyer. The day before he left was when it all happened. They were spending time on the beach and in a fancy restaurant at an 80 story building. He had a great evening and was getting some food when he saw what looked like a grunt sneak by. How he didn't act was a mystery. Maybe it was just a cosplayer, he thought, there was a competition down the road. So once they were done at the restaurant they went to their car and were on the drive home when suddenly, a ball of plasma was hurtled in front of them. The force flipped their car. When Westly got out he saw the one thing he had never hoped to see. His wife, was staring ahead of her, unblinking, unseeing, with part of her skull caved in from the crash.
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He woke screaming. Derpy was thrown from her blissful dream of swimming in a sea of muffins. She ran into the guest room to check on Ryan, who just woke from one of his reoccurring night terrors. Why did he have to see that when all he wanted to do was to forget. But no, everything, everything reminded Ryan she was gone and she wasn't coming back. He calmed himself down with the techniques his psychiatrist had taught him. It had been a year, a whole year, since the incident had happened. He was insane, and he knew.
"Ryan, are you ok?" She asked concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He replied back.
"Well you don't look it, your pale as Luna's moon, and sweating as hot as if your in a desert under Celestia's sun." She shot back.
Today was the day he was to meet the acclaimed princess, twilight sparkle. Ughh, even narrating that name puts this disgusting taste in my mouth. He went down stairs and sat down somewhere, not caring exactly where. So he figured that he'd blow his time until then with his favorite comedy/sit com, Red vs blue. He put the first season on and enjoyed every second of it. He had downloaded the entire series onto his helmet and could watch it any time he wanted.
"Why are there six pedals if there are only four directions?!" He heard his favorite character, caboose, say.
"So, true man, so true." Ryan said as if he was talking to caboose. Even though it was a civilian show, they were able to obtain almost perfect replicas of military tech, just not as dangerous. God it was hilarious.
He was just lounging there, on derpy's couch, having a good time. Then all of a sudden Derpy came out of nowhere, literally, and scared the living shit out of him.
"Hey, Ryan, do you think you could come to town and help me carry some stuff?" She half yelled half asked.
"Alright, sure." He didn't mind, it wasn't like he couldn't help, he was a pretty big dude after all, just a little over 6 foot 6, but not 6 foot 7. He could bench, at least, 225 pounds.
Then he thought about his sudden reason to become like that, his wife's untimely demise. It had sent his Covvie killing spree into an all time high. He had trained day in and day out when ever he had the chance. It even payed off, his Covvie kill count was around 100. before his last mission it was 85, about fifty kills more than the average marine, and twenty more than the average ODST. He broke the train of thought off, and answered "ok" not wanting to get lost in thought.
He switched off RVB and followed after Derpy. "So, what exactly is this nation's form of government? Is it a partial monarchy, complete monarchy, democratic monarchy, what? Because I know I heard you say princess." He said wondering why only princesses were heard of. I mean there must be a king and queen right? He thought. And so began his day in ponyville.
it was a calm and orderly day, relaxing and calm until, a flying rainbow crashed into him. He looked at the thing that crashed into him, it was a cyan blue Pegasus with a hair do similar to derpy's except it was rainbow striped, it was standing right above him with a menacing look on its face. If ponies could look menacing, the attempt reminded him of a grunts pointless taunts. His thoughts trailed back to the 80 story building, where he and his wife shared their final happy moments together, and his grunt encounter there, then to his wife, her death, his rage and battles, and finally PTSD kicked right in.
He drew his fist back and gave it an upper cut to remember. He felt bone crunch and break all along her jaw. It stumbled back enough for him to sit up and place his left hand around its throat, and brutally punch her face with his right hand.
This continued until he was kicked by a pony from behind and sent flying 8 feet away. He tossed the pitiful excuse of a creature he was strangling aside and charged the pony who kicked him. She was a orange pony with blond hair and a cowboy's hat. She turned a round and set up as if to kick him, when she went to kick he slid under her, picked her up by her abdomen and body slammed her onto the ground. He then started punching her repeatedly until he realized what was happening. He just slowly got up and walked away disregarding any case of sorry. ODSTs were taught to never say sorry, it showed clouded judgment and uncertainty. So, he walked to the blue pony, who was currently unconscious, and slung her over his shoulders, or at least he thought it was a she, and walked over to the orange one and did the same.
He'd sat in that room for hours before either pony woke. Eventually the blue one woke up. "Ugh what happened?" She said as she tried to sit up, not wanting to open her eyes just yet.
"Don't worry, you're jaw is just fractured. It'll heal up soon." He said as he gently eased her back into the bed. He walked over to the other to check on the orange one and walked back over to sit by the blue one. He couldn't tell what he was feeling. Was it right for him to hurt them so, or was it their fault for attacking him first?
He was suddenly broke from his thoughts as the blue one asked, "What hit me?"
"I did." He said blatantly.
"What?!" She must've just realized who I was. He thought. The blue one opened her eyes and saw Ryan without his helmet for the first time.
I said I'm sorry
Goddamn, it was gonna be one of those days, isn't it? Ryan thought to himself as the blue pony started to scream her damn head off. "Holy fuck, just calm down okay? Please?" Ryan tried to get in as, still, the blue one screamed.
"Look, I said I'm greatly embarrassed, and wish that I had handled that situation differently, okay? Now will you just SHUT THE FUCK UP!?" Nope, still screaming. So Ryan decided it would be best to remove himself from the situation at hand. goddamn, how big were that ponies lungs?! Well, if you take into account that the ponies lungs are fucking huge because of the fact it is a pegasus, they have to have more air because the higher up the thinner the air becomes. Shut the hell up brain. Nope.
So, he felt like sitting in the waiting room and watching his favorite show. RVB.
He slipped on his helmet. "At least I don't go around, knocking on people's non-doors, promising them cookies, AND NOT GIVING THEM COOKIES. I'm leaving." Caboose ranted to sarge. All of the sudden the nurse, red kidney or something came up to him and asked him why he was bothering the ponies in the waiting room with all of the screaming.
"Lady, there are no other living beings in this room other than you or me. So if you could kindly GTFO, that would be appreciated. "
Put that bitch in her place. Then, all of a sudden a bright light appeared and once it died down some giant albino pony with a horn and wings stood in its place. Was it mentioned that it had a sun on its butt. It just stood there waiting for him to pay it some respect. Nope, not a CO, no respect. Then it screamed as loud as, if not louder than blue In the other room.
"WHY HAVE YOU HARMED MY LITTLE PONIES?" He'd had it with these ponies, one second they're all nice, albeit, crazy. Then hostile, then nice, then hostile again.
"I'VE FUCKING HAD IT WITH ALL OF YOU FUCKING PONIES TREATING ME LIKE IM A FUCKING DOORMAT. FUCK OFF BITCH, OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF." He saw a tinge of fear flash in her eyes, but she was standing firm, so he took his m6c out and shot it, not at sunbutt, no, he shot the wall blocking the inside off from the out side, effectively putting a roughly foot by foot hole in the wall. I mean, is a wall going to survive a fifty cal round? Nope.
ODSTs, not something an elite zealot would like to face in a bad mood. Not something sunbutt wanted to face in a bad mood either.
So what ran through her mind was to try and levitate him, and restrain him. Not fuckin happening. He saw her horn light up and immediately took it as a threat, what do ODSTs do to threats? They quell them. So he ran foreword, grabbed her horn, and threw her face into the floor. Bitch ain't gettin up for awhile.
Then, through some fucking miracle, five more ponies emerged from another shiny fucking light. I just can't fucking win today? Can I god? He thought to himself. These ones were the ones from the castle. The first one got a chuck Norris kick to the face. The other four backed away slowly, startled at how hostile this creature was. Up in the right hand corner of his helmet flashed "Authorize: Hostile?"
"Hostile." he replied. They all suddenly became outlined by a bright red.
Hot damn, he must have an effect on ponies. They all backed away at the word hostile. However, the ponies quickly recovered, and one with a orange coat barked at them. Two of the four tried to rush him. So he picked them both up by their necks and smashed their heads together. Now, it was his turn. He ran up and superman punched the lead one. That left the orange one.
It backed away slowly, fear all showing In its eyes.
"I'm gonna have fun with you. Muwahahaha!" Ryan laughed maniacally.
"YOU SHALL NOT TOUCH HIM." He spun around to see sunbutt.
"Gooood morning sunbutt, how was your nap? I'm just taking care of my *ahem* attackers. So If you could spare me a moment, I shall be right with you." He shot back. A look of sheer anger crossed her face when he diminutively talked to her.
She had spaced out for so long, that only when Flash Sentry slid to a stop in front of her, bloodied and bruised, did she snap out of it. She had made a decision! She was going to use a sleeping spell on the creature. So, before it could turn around she cast the spell, and watched as it collapsed to the floor.
Time lapse mother fuckers
Ryan awoke in a cell. It was a small open cell with naught but a cot and toilet. The cot's metal was slightly rusted, but enough so it was still usable. He got up and walked around to see if there were any useful supplies. Hopefully Derpy was ready with their little "contingency" plan. After the RD and AJ fight and a half hour walk through the forest, Ryan found Derpy, went back to her house, and formed a contingency plan. All Derpy had to do was deliver a package. That's all.
\ Access code:************
\Access data base:
File: system diagnostics
\Searching please wait...
\All systems functional
\Access data base:
File: Weapons and munitions
\M6C: unaccounted for
SRS99AM: unaccounted for
M90: unaccounted for
M9: 4 accounted for; full payload
Flashbangs: 3 accounted for; 1 detonated
Tactical knife: accounted for
M6C: ammo: (rucksack) 120 rounds; ten magazines
SRS99AM: ammo: (rucksack) 32 rounds; eight mags
M90: ammo: (rucksack) 150 slugs
"Creature, the princess is waiting for you at your trial." A pony had walked up to his cell as he was checking his ammo and munitions.
"Trial? Trial for what? Living?! Fuck off." The pony was surprised that Ryan had just back talked to his captors.
The pony drew his sword and threatened him "You WILL come now, or I will use force. Now up." It said.
So he replied "I am no dog."
So it sheathed its sword and asked politely "Could you please come, the princess demands your presence."
He smiled in his helmet " Okay, but I'm allowed to call bullshit."
Minutes later.
"All rise for her majesty, raiser of the sun, princess Celestia." Ryan heard as he walked through huge boors. As he walked in he saw the blue pony he beat the shit out of as well as the orange one with the Stetson. There were also four he didn't know; a purple one, a pink one, a white one, and finally a yellow one. Derpy was also there, with the package. And when he looked up from them, there was the one pony whom he wished to never see again: it was sunbutt.
"I CALL BULLSHIT!"
I got a couple good OC ideas from some people and decided to go with this one:
Va' eiss thelumee
Female Sangheili
Served before covenant schism
Rank Minor
Specialization in mid range to close range combat
Equipment includes a plasma repeater, covenant carbine, and small ceremonial energy blade (not including four plasma grenades)
Felt cheated and lonely after her uncle who raised her died in the war on Humanity, and set out to join the covenant armada to wipe out Humanity. Has never served in combat and is of moderate skill level due to lack of experience. Likes are family, honor, and warrior mentalities. Dislikes are Humanity, cowards, and jiralhanae. Prefers spending time entertaining herself by any means necessary (not like that, you dirty minded shisnos).
Died in 2552, during covenant schism.
Cause of death: Brute spiker Fire to the back of the head.
Body accounted for by jiralhanae pack zeta.
There ya have it a new OC and chapter five production has commenced, this is A7X fan signing off.
PS I have this story on Fanfiction.net also
"Helljumper, Helljumper where ya been? Feet first into hell and back again. When I die please bury me deep, with an MA5 down by my feet. Don't cry for me, don't shed no tear. Just pack my box with PT gear. 'Cause one early morning 'bout zero five, the ground will rumble, there'll be lightning in the sky. Don't you worry, don't you come undone. It's just my ghost on a PT run!"
UNSC Marine Cadance
Va' eiss thelumee had been on a covenant super carrier for the past two and a half months, cramped and confined to the halls of the ship. Usually, at least to what she heard, trips like the one she was on usually lasted a month's time, but the ship had to pick up all new units as this was a brand new super carrier, it's name: "The Resolute Dominance." It was one in a line of few super carriers that worked without fleets. Usually carriers would work in fleets, to ensure there was a large enough invasion force, but "The Resolute Dominance" was made to patrol space for human vessels and board them, and this was its first deployment. The ship had already picked up its ungoggy, jirahalanae, legkolo, and kig yar passengers; that left only the required vehicles such as Seraphs, Phantoms, and Banshees. Va' eiss decided to go to the mess hall to eat, as it was around lunch time.
That's when it happened. The shaking of the ship and the alarms blared. They had engaged an enemy ship. She ran to where the breaching air locks were to board the enemy ship. But as the airlock opened and was exposed to the breaching crew, something reached out to the closest covenant soldier to the airlock, a zealot. It grabbed him by the throat and plunged a knife into his eye, going clear out the other side of his face. And when it stepped out she could only turn and run in hopes that the demon that emerged would lose her. She looked back to see if it was following her, but she only saw it aiming a brute spiker at her as it stood atop her fallen comrades.
Then it shot her, and she collapsed; the spike lodged in her spine. It strode up to her, gabbed the spike, and yanked it from her back grumbling about how slipping on some blood threw off its aim. She gazed at it in fear, it was light grey all over with the armor of the enemy SPARTANs. It's helmet almost completely gold save for the back of its head and jaw area. She tried crawling away, but the action was futile as it simply used its boot to apply pressure to the hole in her back.
She didn't see it but she knew it spoke,"Going somewhere, hermana? Hmm? Maybe if the brutes had started slaughtering yous a little before they did, who knows maybe we coulda been best friends." The jiralhanae had betrayed them!? She would plot revenge. But, Then it brought down the spike in its hand into the back of her skull, and it was all over.
She awoke in a dense forest with a terrible coughing fit and spit out some of the remaining blood in her mouth. She couldn't remember how it had got there, until it all came down on her like a ton of bricks, she'd been killed. She only sat there for what felt like hours but was only minutes as she wasn't exactly thrilled to explore this afterlife. This was not what was described by the prophets of the great journey, they spoke of great halls and a grand receptions for their honor achieved in giving their lives for the great journey. This was a terribly dark forest that radiated an ominous feeling. Like it knew she wasn't supposed to trespass in its area, and that it would make her pay dearly.
She reached behind her to her back in hopes of finding her repeater, as her carbine wasn't fit for a situation such as this, and found it. Maybe she would have to fight her way to her God's side since she had no combat experience. She then finally climbed to her hooves and proceeded in a random direction, hopefully north, as she couldn't find this planet's sun or suns. Just constantly walking and searching for a sign of an exit since civilization was usually north and maybe that fact applied in her current situation.
She knew not what would emerge from the depths of this hell like forest and could only hope for the best, but alas, she never had such luck as a twig snapped behind her. She instantly turned on the balls of her feet, repeater up, prepared for combat. But what burst through was something of which the like she never seen. A creature whose frame and head were feline, tail was like that of a certain arachnid, and and wings. She didn't know whether to burst into laughter at this meager attempt at a creature or scream in terror as she didn't know what it was or how to deal with.
So, since it was so large she discerned the proper tactic for dealing with such a threat. She threw one of her plasma grenades at the large beast's feet and after it exploded fired some plasma from her repeater. Once the dust settled it was slumped down in the dirt, missing chunks of its face and its front paws missing.
"Yeah, this shouldn't be too hard for me." She said triumphantly.
Out of all of Ryan's so called "jailers", Luna was by far the only pony here he liked. She could relate to him. A case could be made that she was a fellow space traveler, they both loved the night, they had both lost people they cared about, and maybe there was something else; he could see it in her eyes, like there was something there that was different.
They would chat in the night about their lives, where they've been, the people they've met, what they've seen. He would tell her of all the planets he'd been on; Earth, the Alpha centauri system, Omega-3, and Reach. She would tell him of the lands of the planet, Equus. He would tell her of the bravery of his fellow marines and ODSTs; and of the SPARTANs and how unstoppable they seemed. She would tell him of the many ponies under her rule. He would tell her of the immense sky scrapers of the human metropolises and of the wonders of old humanity. She would tell him of the peaceful nights and landscapes of the moon.
Those chats made the time alone feel bearable. Yes he had been alone before while he was "alive", but he could always radio command. Here he was alone. There was no war here, no violence, and no crime judging by how his cell was the only one in use and extremely old.
It gave him time to think back to his old life, the war, his buddies, his family, his wife, and every body lost. Then he remembered the last few months, the assault on the pillar of autumn, the installation, the assault on new Mombasa, and for some reason he was shipped back to Omega-3 during the invasion of Earth.
Then, for reasons unknown even to him he told his helmet to bring up the counter attack on the covvies in new Mombasa. His helmet's speakers may not have been top of the line but the deafening roar of the Pelican's engines was unmistakable, and as he saw again the inside of the Pelican, he also saw his old squad. There was his CO; lieutenant Wilson, his buddy Davis, the smartass Walters, and the jokester Johnson. Davis and Johnson were talking together, Walters laughing at some pic he downloaded onto his helmet, and Wilson cleaning his prized DMR.
After a very short ride they were standing on the floor of the Pelican going over the plan assigned to them by command, it all seemed to go by smoothly and without a hitch, but when they landed, it looked like they were In Hell, bodies everywhere, fire, screaming, wailing, death. Then, they ran out of the pelican and onto the pavement. Their objective: provide support to marine ground forces holding the front lines. Maybe a 15 minute walk at the most, so they could run it in six. The buildings which were once glorious were packed full of large holes, some collapsed, and others just on the verge. It was enough to cause the whole team to be silent; there was just an air of evil and sadness, destruction, loss, and death.
Once they got to the front they were stunned, well every one but Wilson, by all of the bodies. Scattered all about, burning, melting, rotting. He'd learned about the "Great War" of 1914, and how the smell in the trenches was enough to make men vomit. He had to tear his helmet off his helmet so he wouldn't drown in his own vomit. It was the worst thing he'd ever smelt.
Davis helped him get his bearing again and Walters handed him his helmet. They moved up to the position they were to help hold, the New Mombasa international airport. The landing strip was vital for landing supplies on and could act as an FOB, as long as they held it.
The fighting was intense wave after wave, enemy after enemy, mag after mag, round after round. The covvies had let up for a minute, so Ryan ran over to replace a dead machine gunner.
He'd ended up by Davids whom had been reloading when he looked up to Ryan and said, "When we get outta here man, drinks are on m-" but was cut short as a purple needle went through his visor and out the back of his helmet. And as Davis's lifeless body dropped to the ground Ryan looked up at the oncoming wave of covenant lead by an elite zealot, wielding a needle rifle.