Heroic Separatist Training

[Sgt. Kilbane]

You walk into a darkened room, there is a table in the center of the room, and an older man standing next to a projector at the head of the table. "Please have a seat, this is your pre-mission brief."

We have received word that a covenant transport convoy has been sighted on its way to resupply a foreword base. Your mission is to take your squad and destroy the convoy before it reaches its destination. You will be dropped at a point on the convoy's projected path of travel. It is estimated that there are at least 3 ghosts, a wraith and possibly a banshee flying cover for the convoy. Your squad will consist of yourself, 4 grunts, and a pair of hunters.

Equipment:

Elites (Sangheili):
Covenant Carbine
Plasma Rifle
4 Plasma Grenades

Grunts (Unggoy):
Plasma Pistol
Fuel Rod Cannon
4 Plasma Grenades

Hunters (Lekgolo):
Fuel Rod Cannon

[tramis]

I grip my Carbine, and make sure my Plasma Rifle is secure on my belt. I glance at the Grunts and Hunters in the Phantom dropship, then glare at the grav-lift. I hate those things. Just something about hanging in midair that never sat well with me. If not for the Hunters, I would have demanded a Spirit dropship instead.

No matter. The ship stops, and I drop down, the four Grunts following, then the Hunters. The area around the road is densely forested – so much so, that if we were to simply lie in wait, a single grenade could easily tear us apart. Plus, hiding the Hunters would be even more difficult. Those two are just causing all sorts of problems.

“We will take the battle to the enemy convoy.”

We move along the road, and before long, three Brutes on Ghosts round the corner – they must be scouting ahead of the main convoy. They roar at seeing us, and begin firing.

The Hunters take a few hits, but shrug them off as they raise their weapons. The combined fire hits one of the Ghosts, and annihilates it.

“Do not destroy the others – we will need them!”

I run up to another Ghost, and the Brute riding it attempts to run me over. I leap aside, and turn around, to fire my Carbine into the back of the Brute’s head. I manage to make one shot hit, but the Brute merely ignores it as he turns around for another pass.

The Grunts merely duck for cover as one of the Brutes attempts to ride them down.

I stand in front of a tree, and the Brute grins. “I see what you’re attempting to do, Heretic, and it will not work.” He begins to fire his plasma cannons at me.

“Won’t it?” I say. I call to one of the Hunters, and he nods before firing his Fuel Rod Cannon at the tree. I leap aside as the tree begins to fall – right near the Brute. He brings his Ghost to the side to dodge – right next to me.

“It appears to have worked fine to me,” I say as I grab ahold of the Ghost and begin beating in the Brute’s head with my plasma rifle. He lets go of the controls, grabs ahold of my shoulders, and drags me to the ground, both of us falling out of the Ghost.

The Hunters stand side by side as the other Ghost approaches. The Brute piloting it attempts to run them down, but just as he gets there, they place the ends of their shields on the ground in such a way as to form a ramp. The Ghost flies straight over their heads, landing in the trees. The Brute falls out, and lifts his Brute Shot to fire at them, just as his Ghost lands on his head, crushing him.

The Brute and I roll around for a short time, and I attempt to fire my plasma rifle into his face. He appears to be doing the same with his Spiker.

“Heretic, your pathetic attempts amuse me.”

“Brute, your ugly face disgusts me. I’ll have to have my little friend melt it off.”

“What, that little toy? Your pathetic Elite weapons don’t even merit to be looked at as a threat.”

“No, I meant my friend standing above you.”

He turns to look, and sees a Grunt standing behind him with an overcharging plasma pistol. He roars, and leaps off, as the Grunt fires. The shot tracks him just enough to avoid hitting me and taking out my shields, but still hits the ground.

I stand in front of him, bearing not only my plasma rifle, but his own spiker. I fire both, and as the plasma and razor spikes spatter all over his body, he goes down wailing.

“Well done, Unggoy.”

“Thanks,” says the Grunt.

I allow him to take the Ghost that fell on the Brute as I take the Ghost of the Brute I just fought. A voice comes over the radio. “Kerritus, report.”

I say over the radio, “This is Tramis ‘Talam. Kerritus is dead…as will you be, soon.”

I then deactivate the radio as we move onwards.

(to be continued)

[Kazimeras Dusanek]

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