The Spartan pushed through the rumble, a faint distress signal their only guide as they made their way up hap-hazard ramps formed from the fallen debris of the damaged sky-rise, the waning light of the day giving way to night, the glowing moon highlighting the many frigates standing in orbit over the war-torn planet.
“Kelly, have you found them yet?”
“I’m almost there,” 087 said, the other members looking for a way to get to the signal, their way-point pointing to a distress unit a floor above her at the opposite side of the building. She noticed a hole in the ceiling a few away from her, and without further thought, she ran toward it, taking position before launching herself a clear eight feet into the air through the hole, landing on the next floor, the sight in front of her a horrid one, but scarier still… it wasn't covenant related.
“Fire-team Bravo appear to have been ambushed by insurrectionists, but the damage done here,” she walked through the floor, the walls stained with blood, the first two corpses she found, their tags destroyed, the visors shattered.
“It doesn’t add up…” she said, shaking her head as she looked toward a broken doorway to an open balcony, the distress signal emanating from there. As she approached the room, her sensors picked up faint vital signs, her eyes immediately locking onto a soldier slumped in the corner, blood pooling from around him. She ran toward him, an emergency flare being tossed out onto the deck as she kneeled down in front of him, carefully pulling away the bloodied ODST helmet that managed to protect his head from fatal concussions.
“So, how many are KIA?” asked Linda, Kelly not paying attention to the entrance of her comrade as she attempted to stabilize the soldier, a bio-foam can or two being injected wherever it was needed. John entered the room last, but a sigh of concern coming from him as he went back through the information on the missing squad.
“Out of the six in the squad, 4 are KIA, one is MIA… I assume this is the only survivor?”
Linda looked at the soldier, remembering him very quickly as she made the call for the medical evac, 117 noticing the helmet Kelly had tossed aside had a camera-feed and UA/CNM module attached to it.
“He’s one of the two snipers who trained with us a few months back… wait, one MIA?” Linda questioned, realizing another detail as Kelly noticed a small, burnt locket next to the soldier, but she didn't get the chance to open it, as the sound of an approaching Pelican signaling it was time to move.
“His sister is MIA, unfortunately.” John said gravely, the Pelican hovering in front of the deck as its bay door opened, medics hopping out to assist the Spartan with the injured, Linda looking between John and Kelly as she made a move toward the Pelican, John handing the others what he had found before staying behind to continue looking for the missing soldier.
Within moments, the other two members of Blue team were in transit into orbit to the nearest orbital station, Linda taking time to examine the video feed from the data 117 found in the soldier’s helmet. Kelly joined in on the feed, their eyes glued to the inside of their visors as the events played out in front of them, their horror growing more and more as the events unfolded before them:
“Bravo 1-2, are you in position?”
“We have oversight on the courtyard area; the scouts can begin moving up, over. We have their backs.”
Jonas went around checking in with the other soldiers at their positions, the skyscraper a perfect location for their platoon to provide support for the incoming infantry charging forward to secure that section of the city from not only covenant invaders, but desperate rebels, the original reason they were called here.
“Okay everyone, get into position, all safeties are off… we are live.”
The moments passed on without a hitch, shots fired on point, the kill count rising seven to fourteen zealots in no time at all, but the sound of a small explosion on the floor below them caused Dawn to get up, her shotgun in hand, a squad member following with a sidearm.
“Overlord, we got tangos in the building, is Delta still in the building?” she called out through the radio to command, Jonas watching as he got up with his rifle, flipping the stands back up as he gestured for two of the others to follow his sister, the another two to stay with him and continue covering the combat zone with suppressive fire.
“Radios are jammed, Damn-it… boys, command’s on break, time to clean up.” Dawn said shaking her head in annoyance as her brother went over to her, handing her a written note for later, a simple nod coming from him as she walked away, slipping it into her hard-case before cocking her gun, the other two squad members following her with SAWs, ready to put down the intruders.
Jonas returned to the sniper front, laying shots down onto any commanding Elite officer he could spot in the area below, but the sound of a massive gunfight behind him made him put the rifle down, a BR in his hands as he got up to support his sister, his urgent walk becoming a sprint when he heard several screams, one of them his own siblings. He rushed forward, calling the other two to follow, his sprint down the hall becoming faster and faster as the common room in the middle of the floor came into clear view.
the desperate cry was last thing could be heard before something smashed into him, slamming him to the floor, his COM attachment becoming damaged, the video’s audio feed becoming choppy, but the video rolled on, the appearance of the figures he was attacking a shock to the Spartans who had rescued him: they appeared to be wearing MJOLNIR armor, Linda picking out one wearing a white EVA set, another with some kind of MKVI prototype, but Kelly noticed the attacking soldier had armor she had never seen before, grey and red coloring, sleeker than theirs... the helmet's face like a demon that not even the covenant could imagine the Spartans to be. The feed ended when the helmet was slammed into another wall, smashing the camera and nearly damaging the data chip beyond readable when they found it.
“…Who the hell are they?” Kelly asked her teeth gritted as Linda kept an eye out on the soldier’s vitals; the other remembering the locket she had picked up from the site. She pulled it out from a ammo pocket in her armor, the small, ornate silver piece burnt and bloodied by whoever attacked him. She opened it up to see two pictures: a family of four and what appeared to be the soldier and his missing sister in their childhood... something she didn't have the luxury of. "Whoever they are, I can only assume the Office has something to do with it." Linda answered with disdain in her voice as the Pelican pilot began to make his moves toward landing, the urgency in the air as he made his chatter to the orbital station’s traffic control.
“This is Charlie Neil, we have wounded on board, requesting clearance to dock, over.”
“Request granted Charlie, Dock 3 is open for landing, sending out medics to meet you as we speak.”