The Fall, Chapter 1: Harvest (IC only)

[Red Team]

"Charge!" The Warthog was now moving straight into the enemy lines. The gunner was now firing almost nonstop Sarge got his trigger finger ready.

"Prepare to get Sarged aliens! Yeeeeee-haaaaaaa!!!!!"

[Liecthenbourg]

The Vulture took off, its guns prepped. "Thank you Agapow, now lets go show these Aliens who's boss". The Vulture flew overhead and began firing upon enemy positions and troops with its underside guns, however it limited where it fired as to avoid friendlies in the area.

[Epraria]

The Vulture took off, its guns prepped. "Thank you Agapow, now lets go show these Aliens who's boss". The Vulture flew overhead and began firing upon enemy positions and troops with its underside guns, however it limited where it fired as to avoid friendlies in the area.

" You are welcome my friend." Agapow said as the scorpion fired upon an squad of grunts. Agapow had not yet seen an enemy wraith so to him the battle was going well. At least for now especially with the vulture in the air.
Soon an shake came through the tank. A plasma grenade had hit the tank but made very minor damage.

[Eerienar]

Bohuslav took the cigar butt out of his mouth, flicking it onto the ground as he stepped outside the Pelican. He placed his helmet on, shaking it slightly as his VISR flicked on and off. The shaky image stabilized, displaying his vitals and the like. He nodded to the commanding officer, before looking about, and jogging to the perimeter. Ghost was a mess in command. They had plenty of commanding officers, but no commands. He set up a bit behind the lines, near an elevated point, for him to serve as a battlefield lookout. He crouched slightly, edging towards the edge of the small elevation. With DMR in hand, he began to fire down on the Covenant.

He shouted out to the marines below, "Somebody watch my flank, I'd rather not get jumped by a stealthy-ass fishface!"

[The Dictatorship POD]

Corporal Bakersfield looked over the field, holding position and waiting for orders. While he was waiting for some unsuspecting Covie to strip over the blasting cord he strung up. He had been waiting for Ghost to arrive, as he was assigned to Charlie squad. So on his spare time he rigged some traps, traps that would make any CO proud. While he was waiting for some random Covie, he sat and sung in a quiet but deep voice.

"Oh Death, oh-oh De-ath,
Won't ya spare me over 'till another year?

What is this, I can't see,
With icy hands takin' hold on me?

Oh--"

He cut himself off when he heard something. He looked over to it's direction, only to see a marine tripped over his blasting cord. He jogged over to help him up, "are you okay? Didn't you see the sign?"


Marine: "Actually yes, but it didn't say there was a tripping hazard."

Bakersfield handed the marine his MA5K, after helping him up. He walked over to his blasting cord and checked for slack.

[KIADSK]

Corporal Deimos a little disorientated after the random attack of the covenant sprang into action.
After he left the pelican he went to join the rest of the forces on the ground he was ready with
his battle rifle, he was especially pissed off right now as the covies interrupted his game of
Hold'em. Sprinting onto the battlefield he was going to go kick some ass.

[Honorisia]

Harbourmaster

"Spartan-111 I am giving you a direct order. Return to the med bay or you will be decommissioned."

Alpha Base

The combined might of the UNSC forces was decimating the Covenant. Under the fire from Ghost's heavy weaponry, the Grunts were dropping like flies. But Ghost's arrival came too late for the forward marines. Thirty bodies, all garbed in their green uniforms were strewn about the field before the base. The remaining Grunts pushed forward, rushing the wall. Several of them popped Plasma Grenades in their hands, rushing to blow a hole in the wall.

Several bolts of green plasma streaked from the mass of Covenant. Grunts with Fuel Rods, taking potshots at the vehicles. One of the bolts hit the driver's side of Sarge's Warthog. The sergeant was thrown out of the vehicle, landing on his back next to the melted wreckage. The driver was incinerated in the blast.

The Grunt attack was followed by a second wave, comprised of nearly one hundred Jackals. Their shields popped up, deflecting fire and allowing their approach.

[Prusseuss]

Harbourmaster

"Spartan-111 I am giving you a direct order. Return to the med bay or you will be decommissioned."

Alpha Base

The combined might of the UNSC forces was decimating the Covenant. Under the fire from Ghost's heavy weaponry, the Grunts were dropping like flies. But Ghost's arrival came too late for the forward marines. Thirty bodies, all garbed in their green uniforms were strewn about the field before the base. The remaining Grunts pushed forward, rushing the wall. Several of them popped Plasma Grenades in their hands, rushing to blow a hole in the wall.

Several bolts of green plasma streaked from the mass of Covenant. Grunts with Fuel Rods, taking potshots at the vehicles. One of the bolts hit the driver's side of Sarge's Warthog. The sergeant was thrown out of the vehicle, landing on his back next to the melted wreckage. The driver was incinerated in the blast.

The Grunt attack was followed by a second wave, comprised of nearly one hundred Jackals. Their shields popped up, deflecting fire and allowing their approach.

" Fine Ares. " said Simon,gruffly,before returning to his bed.He would then say,in his bed ' Hey Ares,can I get something to eat !?! "

[Eerienar]

Bohuslav fired off a few shots towards the incoming grunts as they rushed towards the formation of marines. He turned, patting his coverman's shoulder, and falling back. He opened up his radio channel, broadcasting to the rest of B Squad,

"Grunts have overrun forward positions, falling back."

The small squad of remaining marines followed him as he made a beeline for the wall, he stopped at the entrance, taking position and providing cover fire for his fellow men, before moving in behind them. Lanik crouched down, near the wall, and reloaded his marksman rifle. He took a short breather, just a couple of seconds, before he stood back up. He took position on the wall, firing downwards on the incoming Covenant forces.

"Shit," he thought to himself, "situation's grim."

He looked over the barricades, as the lone warthog stormed the Covenant's line, and then was blown up. He frowned, turning on his radio again, and speaking into it,

"Who's bright idea was it to waste a Warthog and some perfectly good soldiers on a charge straight into enemy lines?"

[The blood ravens]

Alex took aim, and began firing at the elites in the back. He knew that if they were killed the morale of the attackers would plummet, and the attack would most likely break as a result. "Bravo, concentrate on the leaders of the attack. If we kill them the grunts will flee, and the attack will crumble."

[The Dictatorship POD]

Bakersfield

Bakersfield waited, in hiding, until several grunts came near. When one tripped over the blasting cord he blew it, blowing several grunts to bits and cutting down the trees the cord was tied to, the concussive blast even served to make a slight trench in the ground. He then grabbed his MA5B and shot a surviving grunt. After he was done there, he slung his assault over his shoulder and walked to a different position and whistled.

Rader

Rader was quite a way from the actual combat, utilizing his sniper rifle. He now had a grand total of thirty two kills, mostly grunts. He was sighted in on several grunts, before he saw them all get blown to smithereens.

[Epraria]

" Really Alex well what a fun little twist." Said agapow as his HMG started to fire on the closest elite and his group while trying to move in a way that would make it he adder for grenades to hit his tank. He fired with the main gun towards the closest group of covenants soon. He was going to hold the line.

[The Dictatorship POD]

Bakersfield chimed in over the radio, "Hey, I've got an idea. How about the next Warthog we send in, we coat it with C7 and after the Covies take it out and get close enough, we detonate the C7? Could work for a good deterrent, don't you think? Ah, what do I know? I just like blowing stuff up." After he said this, he fired his SPNKr M41 SSR Rocket Launcher at a group of Covies. When he fired his second tube he laughed a laugh that would make even a SPARTAN shudder, and send chills up anyone's back. His laugh even managed to make a suicide grunt run away.

[KIADSK]

Taking a position behind some friendly warthogs deimos took out his Battle rifle once again however this time he was ready to shoot some jackals. He had already shot several of what seemed like an endless supply of Grunts.

He picked out a couple of fish-faced jackals and made their faces not so
Fishy anymore. You could say they had a bit of a blank expression deimos laughed to
Himself as he carried on literally de-facing jackals

[Red Team]

Harbourmaster

"Spartan-111 I am giving you a direct order. Return to the med bay or you will be decommissioned."

Alpha Base

The combined might of the UNSC forces was decimating the Covenant. Under the fire from Ghost's heavy weaponry, the Grunts were dropping like flies. But Ghost's arrival came too late for the forward marines. Thirty bodies, all garbed in their green uniforms were strewn about the field before the base. The remaining Grunts pushed forward, rushing the wall. Several of them popped Plasma Grenades in their hands, rushing to blow a hole in the wall.

Several bolts of green plasma streaked from the mass of Covenant. Grunts with Fuel Rods, taking potshots at the vehicles. One of the bolts hit the driver's side of Sarge's Warthog. The sergeant was thrown out of the vehicle, landing on his back next to the melted wreckage. The driver was incinerated in the blast.

The Grunt attack was followed by a second wave, comprised of nearly one hundred Jackals. Their shields popped up, deflecting fire and allowing their approach.

Sarge gets up, his back hurting. He runs to cover behind the Warthog, pulling the hurt Marines with him. "WE NEED A MEDIC OVER HERE!"

He pulls out his Magnum and begins firing over the side of the Warthog towards the advancing Grunts.

[Liecthenbourg]

Harbourmaster

"Spartan-111 I am giving you a direct order. Return to the med bay or you will be decommissioned."

Alpha Base

The combined might of the UNSC forces was decimating the Covenant. Under the fire from Ghost's heavy weaponry, the Grunts were dropping like flies. But Ghost's arrival came too late for the forward marines. Thirty bodies, all garbed in their green uniforms were strewn about the field before the base. The remaining Grunts pushed forward, rushing the wall. Several of them popped Plasma Grenades in their hands, rushing to blow a hole in the wall.

Several bolts of green plasma streaked from the mass of Covenant. Grunts with Fuel Rods, taking potshots at the vehicles. One of the bolts hit the driver's side of Sarge's Warthog. The sergeant was thrown out of the vehicle, landing on his back next to the melted wreckage. The driver was incinerated in the blast.

The Grunt attack was followed by a second wave, comprised of nearly one hundred Jackals. Their shields popped up, deflecting fire and allowing their approach.

Alpha Base
Noticing the approaching enemy forces Alexander shouted into the comms "Anyone nearby, get away from them! Unleashing Hell!" with that, 3 missiles from the back of the Vulture flew towards the approaching Covenant forces, hopefully it would cause significant damage to them in order for the rest of Ghost team to pick them off without taking too much fire.

[Eerienar]

Bohuslav looked over to the wreckage of the warthog, a bit confused as what to do. He activated his radio, broadcasting on all channels. "Provide covering fire for extraction squad. Paramedics on standby for transfer of wounded troops." He looked over, as he signaled a small squad of marines to follow him. Three marines, and himself, moved towards the wreckage of the Warthog, slowly, as the grunts advanced with them. The small squad would begin a two-man operation of dragging survivors from the wreckage, while the other two members of the squad provided covering fire and escort.

They slowly rushed backwards, as Bohuslav carried an unconscious and wounded driver with him. He radioed in, "Get those paramedics on standby! We have wounded," as he made his way back towards the forward defenses of Alpha Base.

[Epraria]

Bohuslav looked over to the wreckage of the warthog, a bit confused as what to do. He activated his radio, broadcasting on all channels. "Provide covering fire for extraction squad. Paramedics on standby for transfer of wounded troops." He looked over, as he signaled a small squad of marines to follow him. Three marines, and himself, moved towards the wreckage of the Warthog, slowly, as the grunts advanced with them. The small squad would begin a two-man operation of dragging survivors from the wreckage, while the other two members of the squad provided covering fire and escort.

They slowly rushed backwards, as Bohuslav carried an unconscious and wounded driver with him. He radioed in, "Get those paramedics on standby! We have wounded," as he made his way back towards the forward defenses of Alpha Base.

" Don't worry I will cover you. " Said agapow as he started to fire on the covenants that tried to get close to the extraction team. " This is fun for me at least. How is it for you guys? "

[Red Team]

Bohuslav looked over to the wreckage of the warthog, a bit confused as what to do. He activated his radio, broadcasting on all channels. "Provide covering fire for extraction squad. Paramedics on standby for transfer of wounded troops." He looked over, as he signaled a small squad of marines to follow him. Three marines, and himself, moved towards the wreckage of the Warthog, slowly, as the grunts advanced with them. The small squad would begin a two-man operation of dragging survivors from the wreckage, while the other two members of the squad provided covering fire and escort.

They slowly rushed backwards, as Bohuslav carried an unconscious and wounded driver with him. He radioed in, "Get those paramedics on standby! We have wounded," as he made his way back towards the forward defenses of Alpha Base.

Sarge fires a few more shots with his Magnum, finishing up the clip. He reloads behind cover then throws a single frag grenade over the disabled Warthog. Seeing that Boshuslav was taking care of the wounded, he runs for more stable cover.

[The Dictatorship POD]

Bakersfield walked calmly toward the disabled warthog, as plasma streaked by his head he smiled and whistled. Once he got to the warthog, he stood next to Sarge and fired two more rockets at the enemy. After firing, he began to whistle Requiem for a Dream Tower. He grabbed an incendiary grenade and chucked it as far as he could, watching as several grunts were burning and running around, after it went off.

[Phonencia]

Marcus shivered slightly in the freezing wind, unused to such cold temperatures. He removed his helmet briefly and pulled on his face covering, pleased immediately with how much it did to warm his face.

Alpha Base and the UNSC forces nearby had been suffering through huge Covenant attacks since their arrival on Harvest. Air support from Shortsword-class bombers had proven instrumental in repelling and stopping the Covenant assaults, but the Marines on the ground were very inexperienced with directing air support and many of the strikes took too long and were too inaccurate to have a large enough effect. That was his role here on Harvest and the nagging weight of the radio hooked to the back of his armor reminded him of that constantly. Despite being from a different branch of service, he looked almost identical to the Marines and ODSTs he now worked with (to prevent Covenant snipers from picking him out as someone important) The only noticeable difference between his armor and a Marine's was the Air Force wing-insignia on his sleeve and the black-and-white |CCT| Infra-Red patch he wore on the chest of his armor. Unlike many of his co-workers, he also used an MA5B rather than a C-Model. The B had a huge magazine capacity but was fairly inaccurate for an assault rifle. Marcus however, wasn't an Infantryman and they had Marksmen for long range shots so the MA5B was practically perfect for his role on the battlefield.

Marcus trudged down from the little landing pad he'd been deposited on and jogged over to a plasma scorched Warthog LRV, a Marine driver waiting for him.
"Hop in Sergeant, A-Squad's just over this way."
he urged, jerking his head towards the fighting off in the distance. Marcus climbed into the passenger seat of the monstrous vehicle and cradled his MA5B closely.
"Let's roll."
He said, leaning forward slightly from the bulk of the radio. The big vehicle's tires spun for a second then dug into the snow and propelled them forward, kicking up ice and snowflakes behind them.

[Red Team]

Bakersfield walked calmly toward the disabled warthog, as plasma streaked by his head he smiled and whistled. Once he got to the warthog, he stood next to Sarge and fired two more rockets at the enemy. After firing, he began to whistle Requiem for a Dream Tower. He grabbed an incendiary grenade and chucked it as far as he could, watching as several grunts were burning and running around, after it went off.

Sarge, still behind cover, fired with his Magnum into the masses of Grunts, then saw Bakersfield wildly killing Grunts.

"Corporal! Get over here! Do you want to get shot?!? You're more valuable as a medic than you are as a headstone!"

[The Dictatorship POD]

Bakersfield looked at the sergeant with a confused look. "I'm not a medic, sir. My job is blowing stuff to kingdom come and then some. And boy do I love my job. Unless you think C7 works like bio-foam, I don't think I'd make a good medic." Bakersfield simply waited for further orders, unflinching as plasma streaked by his head. While he was waiting for Sarge's response, he primed a grenade and threw it, still keeping his eyes on Sarge.

[Red Team]

Bakersfield looked at the sergeant with a confused look. "I'm not a medic, sir. My job is blowing stuff to kingdom come and then some. And boy do I love my job. Unless you think C7 works like bio-foam, I don't think I'd make a good medic." Bakersfield simply waited for further orders, unflinching as plasma streaked by his head. While he was waiting for Sarge's response, he primed a grenade and threw it, still keeping his eyes on Sarge.

"Did I say you were a medic?!? I simply said you'd be more valuable as one than dead! No get over here before I drag you over here myself!"

Sarge reloaded his Magnum and put it into its holster. He got out his shotgun.

[The Dictatorship POD]

Bakersfield nodded and walked to cover, his face was completely neutral in expression even as plasma streaked through the air near his head and torso. When he got down next to Sarge he looked at the shotgun, "Dragon's Breath incendiary rounds?" He wasn't a fan of hthings that didn't explode or burn. While he was asking the question, he was working on reloading his rocket launcher. His SPNKr was his favorite weapon, though he generally enjoyed things that hand the end result of destruction. If it was up to him, he would have dropped a nuke on every Covie strike force that attacked the UNSC, but it wasn't up to him. After he reloade his rocket launcher he looked back up at Sarge, "what's your order sir?"