Halo

Ezmar walks up to a human soldier at the base.

Ezmar: What do they call you, scum?

Marine: T-Tepin. P-private Tepin, M-m-mister alien, s-sir.

Ezmar smiled to himself. He liked messing with the humans. He really had nothing against them, and had actually always kind of admired their ingenuity. Their battle rifle reminded him a lot of the Covenant carbine; can take out enemies from afar, but also quite effective in close quarters combat.

Just then an elite came up to them.

Elite: Ezmar, we have received word of three drop pods landing in a city not far from here. You’re being sent out to investigate in a human Warthog. So you’ll need a human to drive for you. Ah, I see you already have a partner.

Ezmar: What? Him? He’s not really—

Elite: It would be best to leave within the next 15 minutes. I will be seeing you later.

Ezmar turns to Tepin.

Ezmar: Well, it looks like we’re going together huh?

Tepin: Uh . . . yes?

Seven minutes later, they are geared up and ready to go. Ezmar with a carbine and four plasma grenades, Tepin with two magnums and four frags.

Ezmar: Ready to go?

Tepin: I don’t get it.

This understandably confuses Ezmar.

Ezmar: Don’t get what?

Tepin: What happened to the whole “Scum” thing?

Oh.

Ezmar: That? I was just messing with you.

Tepin relaxes visibly at this.

Ezmar: So, ready to go?

Tepin: Yeah.

The two climb into the warthog, Tepin driving, with Ezmar in the passenger seat, and drive off.

Chrome takes the fuel rod gun off his back and shoots the wall, breaking it down, and announcing his presence to the flood. They turn around and see him with his fuel rod gun mounted. He shoots another blast, killing about 4 flood, and runs over to where they were. He picks up two SMGs and starts firing on the flood. He hears a shotgun fire and his sheilds spark. He looks behind himself to see a flood with a shotgun running right at him. Chrome jumps to avoid the second shot, and lands on the flood. He sticks a grenade to it's chest and jumps off, he kicks it into the other flood just as the grenade explodes. He goes into the now yellowed area and finds the shotgun. Only 5 rounds in the chamber and 10 spare shots. Not a lot, but it will do.

And I am IN!

Name : Jeremey Lewisson (Jeremey-187)

Species : Human/Spartan II-Supersoldier

Primary Weapon of Choice : BR55HB SR Battle Rifle

Secondary Weapon of Choice : M6D HE Magnum Sidearm

Personality : A quiet, reserved Spartan II, with no real overall sense of purpose or mission.

Rank : Petty Officer Third Class

Armor Color : A slightly rusted green

Partner : First Sergeant Luke Paro (ODST)

Short Bio : Jeremey-187 is a one-of-a-kind Spartan-II. When it came time for augmentations, he submitted himself, and was supposedly killed in the process. Feeling no need to keep watching, the doctors turned to the others, and helped them out later. When it came time to burn his body later, they found the glass smashed, the gel all over the floor, and he was sitting in a chair in the room with the final needle in his arm. The doctors allowed him to stay in the program, but he has yet to see any action yet. He and his parter are currently attempting to make Jericho VII in the Lambda Serpentis System ready for recolonization, which was glassed by the Covenant in 2535. However, due to the currently escalating issue back at Earth, he has been called back. He and FSG Paro are currently waiting aboard the Cairo for more orders.

Aboard the Cairo Station, In the General Meetings Area

Sergeant Major Weis: Alright Marines, and semi-marines, we've got a problem. The Covenant bastards who were so kind as to not side with us got back onto Earth. You know what that means.

First Sergeant Paro: We're going back to the surface. It's already heating up in places like Europe, and Africa. So, if you don't want to end up like a lot of the rest of the Marines, I suggest you use tactics. We don't have many Spartans to spare, other than Chief, and only God knows what's happened to him.

SGM Weis: So that means no dying. You're no good to us dead. Or them, either.

Pvt. Braun: What about the Flood? Don't they infect everything?

Jeremey-187: Not the dead. They have to infect a live host. Still, they're dangerous. Watch your back.

SGM Weis: Cut the chatter. We haven't got much time before our garrisons down there get wiped out. Head down to the Hornets and Hawks in Bay 3C1.

Before they reached the city, Ezmar and Tepin started hearing gunfire, and Tepin started driving a little faster. As they neared the city limits, a group of flood combat forms rushed out at them. Without missing a beat, Ezmar jumped into the turret and gunned down all of the flood before they could reach the car.

Tepin: You’re good, you know that?

Ezmar: Hey, I didn’t get promoted to Special Operations for nothing you know. That reminds me. Something I’ve noticed about humans is that they go into battle wearing nothing but flimsy cloth armor. Why is that?

Tepin: Uh, well, It’s just our uniform. It’s not really armor.

Ezmar: But how can you go into battle without any form of protection? Are you expendable, only useful in numbers, like the Grunts?

Tepin: No, at least I don’t think so. We just try to avoid getting shot. It works pretty well as far as staying alive goes.

Ezmar: Avoid getting shot, heh, funny how that works out. Personal Energy Shields work pretty well too. I’ll see if I can get you one when we get back to the base. Hey, look over there, those green flashes, looks like a fuel rod cannon.

Tepin: Let’s go check it out. The people from those drop pods must be over there.

Ezmar: Well, you’re driving.

Tepin: Right.

Chrome chucks some grenades into the flood hoard, taking out the last of them. He collapses with exhaustion, never having fought so hard so long before. He picks himself up and looks around. Idno had brought itself up to it's full height. Chrome hears the whining sound of a warthog. He looks around to see a warthog coming at them. He takes out his Fuel rod cannon and fires off a round towards the warthog. He figured that if it was flood, it would drive right into it. If it wasn't, they would drive out of the way.

Luckily, it drove out of the way. The Warthog sped toward Chrome, and braked. A soldier stepped out of the driver's seat, however, he was different than other spartans. His helmet and shoulderplates looked.....like that of a storm-trooper of the star wars books in the Cairo Station's library. He was: SPEC OPS Armory Sargeant: CQB Variant RAZOR. RAZOR flashed his hands foward and made a peace sign at his chestplate. He walked up to Chrome and saluted him.

"Looks like you ran into some trouble" RAZOR commented as another couple warthogs and spectres pulled up. Team Chrono caught up with their leader, a Spartan trainee saluted his superior officer. Out of a Spectre, walked foward Vengeance and Needlemaster. HALO sounded over the TEAM COM. "Teams Chrono and Black Faust, do you read?" he called. "Yeah, where 'you at?" RAZOR responded. "North of you, three kilometers. I'm held up in a tower. These brutes have me pinned down. They HAVE A SCARAB" HALO warned. "How're you still alive, may I ask?" RAZOR inquired. "Force field generators" HALO responded. "Well, are you coming?" RAZOR asked as he looked at Chrome.

OOC: My Spartans lead teams now, I've been reading Ghosts of Onyx. That's how I got the idea.

Haha! You just said what it stands for. Out of character.

Chrome: I don't think so. Idno and I aren't likely to be part of an army. We just got away from one, and we want to avoid any large confrontations... if you have a spare wraith, we'll take that though.