Commander Keys puffed his pipe. He pointed at his Main Display view-screen in front of him. There was an object comming into view on their radar ( Read more... )

The covanent ship was pretty much cleared out of hostiles. All they had to do was find a primary route to the Hangar and commander one of their banshee's and fly out. A grunt turned a corner and spotted them. Spartan624 raised his assualt rifle and aimed at the cowardly enemy and moved his finger on the trigger. Spartan stopped moving and only ( Read more... )

For the past 3 hours, everyone was stuck in their prison cells. Fred fell asleep and rested his head on Kelly who saw against the wall. Linda crossed her fingers hoping that Spartan117 would come through. Sam was just sitting in his own corner writing a journal on his HUD interface incase someone finds his dead body, and can pick up the software ( Read more... )

The Phantom carrying the Spartan prisoners boosted to full power and sky rocketed towards the Covanent ship. The gravity lift picked up both phantoms. Through the window Fred and Linda saw New Mombasa, Reach was being attacked by a Covanent plasma cannon, which delivered a heavy payload. The ship was gaining altitude as they were being pulled by ( Read more... )

Spartan117 reached for a few grenades. An elite guard snaped at him. Two Phantom carriers came into view. It's plasma cannons aimed at them. They couldn't do nothing, they had to give up. Sam threw down his plasma pistol and a blue elite picked it up. He then ordered the Spartans to get onboard the ships. Spartan117 noticed all the elites ( Read more... )

Spartan117 looked all around. He couldn't find Spartan624 anywhere nearby. He shook the thought off his mind and only payed attention to finding cover while clearing the crash site. Everyone but Spartan117 was without a weapon. Their gear, weapons, and explosives were all lost in the crash or fell off ( Read more... )

No one know's for sure where the covanent came from or where their homelands were. Their only intention is to gain control of the universe and anything in its path, which is us. And our job of the UNSC is to prevent them from doing that ( Read more... )

It was too late. They were all dead. All that remained now was floating pieces of debris. The Covanent forces were not letting anyone through. Hundreds and hundreds of Covanent ships circled Sigma Octanus IV, a planet founded specifically for the UNSC's. (United Space Coporation). Another ship called Titanium, named for its strong steel, armor ( Read more... )