1st Lieutenant Seamus O' Duggan
7 Delta
Above the New Alexandria Starport
UNSC
August 23rd, 2552. 1537
Seamus watched in horror as he saw both a large civilian transport take a round from the Corvette, sending it crashing in to the bay, as well as a Condor smash into a Heron as it tried to gain altitude. Seamus sighed as he heard the Condor's pilot burning to death over an open mic.
"Jesus Christ" He muttered. He quickly distracted himself from the horrors occurring outside his cockpit with the direct transmission he was getting from Delta Dispatch
<<7 Delta 14, Delta Dispatch, your needed for close air support near the Starport exit. Wallace Park, you'll be helping Fox Company and a Spartan asset retake the air defence network. Without that network, those civvies aren't leaving this city. It's an enduring mission, you don't leave until you're out of ammo or dead, whichever comes last. Delta Dispatch, out.>> He sighed again. This was going to be a rough, but probably not very long, day.
"Delta Dispatch, 7 Delta 14 acknowledges direct transmission, en route to objective area know. 7 Delta 14 out." He said, maintaining his stoic composure. He flicked over to his intercom with Mike and Lewis as he pitched the Falcon in the direction of Caracalla Park.
"Alright boys listen up. We've been dispatched to provide CAS to a Spartan and Fox Company. They're trying to get the AA batteries up to fuck up that Corvette above us. Now we aren't leaving this assignment unless we're dead our out of ammo, so I want you boys to make sure its the latter. Got me?" he asked.
In the back, Mike and Lewis looked at each other before they replied.
"Understood sir." Came the reply. The two were almost certainly preparing themselves to die. Seamus set about doing the same in silence. In a matter of moments he was 100 feet above the Starport exit at Wallace Park. He scanned along the ground, his gun following where his eyes looked. There, a brute leading a lance of Jackals and Grunts. The Covvies were all over the place, no wonder Delta Dispatch had sent him out here.
"Alright boys, light 'em up!" He shouted. Lewis was manning the door gun on the side that was angled towards the ground, he began firing in to the Covvies below, .50 BMG rounds ripping through a handful of Jackals and grunts. Seamus joined in as well, settling the reticle of his autocannon on a Brute that was scrambling for cover. He pulled the trigger, sending three 20mm rounds into the brute, ripping the beast apart in a spray of blood and body parts.
Super-heated plasma bolts began streaming towards the falcon. Most of them missed, but several bolts slammed in to the falcon, leaving smoking burn marks on the hull. Seamus and Lewis continued on firing, sending the remaining covvies scurrying for cover as brutes tried to get them back under control. Seamus quickly turned his attention to his radio, messing with the frequency dial until he found Fox Company.
"Fox actual, 7 Delta 14 here. I've been dispatched to provide air support for you boys. I'll be sticking around until I'm dead or out of ammo, over." He said, his eyes scanned the sky, looking for any signs that the Covenant had dispatched air support to shoot UNSC aircraft down. Through the armor plating he could hear the report of Lewis' machine gun as it ripped through the bodies of the covenant forces on the ground in front of Noble 6 and Fox Company.