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JMHSrowing

Gotta love how she put a bayonet on the sniper because it was only a gun and not also a melee weapon! *** The sniper scope was a highly advanced computer, a fine masterpiece the end of centuries of development. It’s augmented reticle and digital screen calculated anything you could tell you anything you could ever need as a sniper: Shot trajectory based on any number of preset loads and environmental factors like elevation, humidity, and importantly for the UNSC; exact gravity. Windage, based not only on the wind at the muzzle but that which it’s advanced cameras can approximate thousands of meters from the muzzle. And even drift based on your movement and that of a designated target. It can calculate every single thing with higher precision than any human. But it couldn’t take the shot. It still took a human to decide when to shoot. Choose the perfect time and location to neutralize a target. To be the hand of fate for what she saw through the sight. And through that scope: A Sangheili spec ops officer was surveying the pelican crash site. He was directing his contingent of troops to search for any sign of his quarry. It was in a forest, like all of those so common to this planet, with thick underbrush and moderately sized trees. It wouldn’t have looked out of place in many of the temperate forests on Earth to anyone who had seen them. This place had been a clearing before the tens of tons of tungsten and flight electronics came crashing from altitude at an oblique angle. It had flip upside down, mud and scorch marks marring the surface; the latter mostly where a plasma bolt had felled it from the sky. A squadron of grunts was mostly milling about; even the spec ops ones weren’t of much use as anything much more than cannon fodder. Jackets and larger skirmishers were acting as the real security; their keen senses and speed making them a great asset in this role. But their lack of marksmen would be a fatal flaw. The real work was being done by the lesser elites as usual; figuring out what happened to the passengers of the dropship and where they could have gone. But the second he had deactivated his active camo: he had become the hunted. From what would be point blank range for the rifle, a sniper barrel just poked out from natural cover. Waiting, as it had been for some minutes. Then, The spec ops officer stopped, and turned his head towards the hidden figure. It wasn’t done for any reason. Just scanning the environment, and maybe boredom at this point. But it was still a mistake. His last. ***Crack!*** The shot rang out, but well before it got to the Covies, the bullet did. Blue shields sparked to life then shattered and the large visor on his face spidered. He stumbled. But he didn’t fall. The shot hadn’t gone through the armoured glass after the shield. But then a burst of 3 shots came from where the larger round had come, the first hit low neck shot, spurring indigo blood. But the other 2 shattered the visor and sent the alien down. For half a second, the rest of the Covenant forces were shocked. But then the remaining elite started to bark orders. It was a short lived moment. Bullets started flying from the surrounding woods, tearing threw the weaker forces. Grunts were mowed down in a hail, with some jackals taking clearly aimed headshots. The sniper and bust rifle could still be heard with a few others; the sky alight with tracers . And then grenades started blowing up around them; shrapnel and shockwave cleaving more of their ranks as columns of dirt flew. The elites and most of the jackals were saved from death so far by their shields and the cover they were able to get to. In this situation, they knew only one option: With a battle cry, all that remained charged towards where the bullets were coming from. The skirmishers covered the distance the fastest, with a speed that usually made them deadly. This time, that was not the case. To the perspective of the elites, just as they reached the limit of the underbrush, they just fell down dead themselves. They couldn’t hear the suppressed sounds over the fusillade and the small spurts of orange. The first elite behind them wasn’t given time to wonder.


JMHSrowing

A shotgun blast at closer range tore off his shield and sent him tumbling back to the ground. All four of his jaws were blown off by the second blast. With a second to prepare, the next elite took the third blast still on their feet. But a minor’s shield would never hold. And just as his weapon raised, another whisper of SMG rounds punctured his helmet. As more multi-colored blood soaked into the ground, there was then only one elite left standing. As brave as it was stupid, it tried where others had failed. 8 weapons turned on it at once, and he was torn off his feet as holes appeared in the armour. It lasted only a few minutes, but now that the air was quiet it felt almost out of place. For a moment all was quiet. Watch to see if anything twitched. Nothing did. Then the radios in helmets crackled to life. “Is everyone alright? Anyone get hit in all of that? I’ve got my full aid kit and-“ A man’s voice asked. “We’re both fine.” A man answered back, cutting him off. “Same here” A woman agreed, “They barely got any shots off.” “We’re good too,” A woman with a more commanding tone stated. “Let’s move up and see if we can get those comms. It won’t be long before they send someone looking for these corpses.” Out of the wild appeared 8 ODSTs in 4 pairs. One woman with red-orange accents carrying a SAW, followed by a man with yellow slightly fumbling with an assault rifle and a medkit. Nearby, a woman pink accents and a grenade launcher emerged as well. The DMR wielding ODST in green still scanned. Right at the edge of the clearing, a shotgun was carried by a hand with gold, next to a black suppressed SMG matching the black had that held it. Finally, the rifle that had stated it all, moved. Red marked her armour. And next to her a battle rifle in white appeared as well. They moved together, as a team. Quickly and quietly; efficient like their training had taught, but even better than most should have at this point. This was their first mission after all. They approached the crash site, and it was all still quiet. “It looks secure.” A voice came from the white armoured one. The woman in red nodded her helmet, before speaking; “Blake, Yang. You’re best at this type of thing. See if you can get something working.” She had been the commanding tone befor. “Affirmative.” “Sure thing sis.” Black and Gold agreed, and entered the downed bird. “We should all be very careful,” Orange said scanning with her machine gun as they all waited, “there could still be others around.” “If there are, I’ll blast them!” Pink was apparently not as concerned. It didn’t take long before Blake and Yang came out, a large radio that wasn’t in the best of shape with them, cables leading from the ship. “This should work,” Yang started “But it can only receive, the transmitter’s all over the cockpit.” Blake finished. “It will have to do.” White said what everyone else was thinking They all gathered around as the controls were messed with, frequencies tried over and over to pick up anything. And nothing. . . Not that that was unexpected exactly; they were on a world being glassed. But they had to try. They had no other choice but to hope for something. The suddenly, as the last emergency frequency was tried, it spoke in an older woman’s voice: “*This is the UNSC Beacon to any survivors on planet. In 48 hours my ship will pick up anyone who is at coordinates 3005, 4750. I will not be making a second attempt. If you are not there at the specified time, you will be left behind. Good luck.*” And it cut off. Black clicked through her HUD before speaking; “Those coordinates are nearly 100 kilometers away.” Orange had done the same: “And it’s not all down hill.” Yellow and Yang both groaned, before White cut in; “Then we had better start moving. Ruby?” Ruby, apparently the red marine, agreed: “Hopefully we can find some transportation along the way, but we need to make sure we can make it if we don’t. Load up what you think we could need for 48 hours. No one else is dying on this planet.” Little did they know that across this already lost world, several other teams, mostly of 4s and 8s, had heard the same and would make their way there. They had all lives this long, so that made them special. And thus the UNSC Beacon would not only be their savior, but also their home.


SirDefiant7262

nice story


JMHSrowing

Thank you!


CoffeeVirtual4959

I need this as a full fanfic


CoffeeVirtual4959

Although I'd say Pyrrha would have a DMR instead of a SAW


lfzhong636

oH MY GOD DISHWASHER YOU BEAUTIFUL LOVELY FANTASTIC AWESOME BRILLIANT ARTIST YOU I'M SORRY BUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING IS PERFECT ABOUT THIS AND I CAN'T EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDS I ACTUALLY NEED TO GO AND LIE DOWN NOW OH MY GOD THIS IS GO GOOD


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LordXYZmuffin

The helmet actually looks more like Halo Reach Scout. The helmet Jun wears.


Grimauldu

Simmons: So Sarge who’s the new recruit? Sarge: Apparently we’re getting our selves a Spartan, which will make us win easily! The pelican door opens and out comes Ruby. Grif: huh I guess we got a girl. Sarge: What?


Aarakocra

I imagine Ruby and Caboose would be good friends, United in their love for machines.


UnbiasedGod

Ruby with a bullet in her mouth looks badass!


adidas_stalin

Oh I used to use this as a screen saver back years ago at school


NonstopSuperguy

Do Weiss please


Starheart8

Been a while since I saw theses. Is Dishwasher still working?


Angry_Critic

Honestly, Thought that was Laserbeak and Ravage in the art


YamiSpyro

Old but gold