Pelican engines roar as they fly west. "All right Spartans. The 20 of us should be more than enough for this OP. We will go over the mission briefing again. We are being deployed to an ONI base for asset denial and retrieval. 4 Orbital Drop Shock Troops, or ODST's will be there to plant charges to blow the base sky high and retrieve a certain asset. Our job is to make sure that happens. Any questions?"
"S-"
"Didn't think so. Now lock your amor, we're approaching the drop zone.". Within minutes of getting into the zone, plasma shots lit up the air space, hitting a pelican and causing it to crash into another. Before they collided, all Spartans in those pelicans jumped out onto the ground.
"This is your new ground team of 10; we will work on securing the outside of the base." the radio crackled as the transmission ended.
"Copy."
Not long after, the pelicans reached the drop zone and the Spartans dropped to the ground. They made quick work of the covenant occupying the area. ODST drop pods crashed through the ceiling and they piled out.
"Alright, time to get to work."
"Ground team, How's the outside looking?"
"We can give you about 9 more weeks. We got more dropships and wraiths in bound."
The ODST group informed the Spartans of the asset needed and began working on the bombs. A retrieval team of 6 went after the asset and came back missing a spartan. "What happened?"
"Heavy resistance, they're ho-" Chee... shheww. A high-pitched noise rings out as pink needle bullet pierces through the Spartans visor. They soon drop to the floor lifeless.
"Bombs are s-" The ODST was cut short by a needle bullet cutting through their helmet.
"SNIPERS!"
"LOCK YOUR ARMOR!"
"GET INTO COVER!"
"GRAB THE DETNATOR!"
The next minutes were pure chaos as ballistic and plasma weapons are fired. The Spartans rush out of the building and secure the extraction zone. It was intense fighting for control for 10 minutes before the battlefield cleared. Injured Spartans and ODST loaded onto the pelican that arrived, but covenant battle cruisers came into the air. There was no way for them to leave without sacrificing a spartan to man the gun ships. A phantom appeared and began charging the cannon. Then it suddenly it exploded.
"This is Saw Wolf. I've got you covered. Get out while you can and give those covenant bastards hell." He continued firing the railguns at the incoming enemy ships. The battle cruiser began charging its laser creating a loud buzzing sound. The spartan targets the spot and causes the ship to explode itself. Once the sky was clear he ran as fast as possible outside of the building just in time as it exploded. He used armor lock to protect himself from the flying debris. The last pelican had already left leaving the spartan on the planet.
10 Days later...
The Spartan had dealt with wave after wave of covenant elites from the regulars to a fire team of officers. He had finally run out of food rations and this time, the covenant would send a battalion of officers. He had found a good spot with only one entrance to defend. This was his last stand.
He steadied his sniper and aimed at an officer's eye socket and fired, the force of the bullet causing the elites head to whip back before falling to the ground. They were able to pinpoint his location within seconds and began firing back in an attempt to cause the spartan to fall back into cover. Instead, the Spartan ignored the oncoming plasma and continued sniping them from a distance. He took out most of the group, but a shot went through the sniper scope and hit his helmet, disabling his radar. He activated active camo and got up to grab a nearby shotgun. The doorway looked off, so he aimed and fired, hitting a spec op elite, blasting a hole through its chest. He dragged the body inside and made sure it was dead. A minute later a general came rushing in with an energy blade. The general swung the sword at the spartan, but he ducked and stuck a magnum into the general's mouth and blew a hole through the top of its helmet. He stepped outside and got socked by a zealot. The zealot attempted to shove an energy sword through the Spartans abdomen, but he tapped the zealots arm causing it to veer off course and he punched the zealot before unsheathing his knife and sticking it into the zealots neck.
The spartan then winced as another zealot snuck up from behind and ran him through with the sword before turning the spartan towards itself. The Spartans arm emitted energy blades which he stabbed into the zealots head. His armors core was damaged, so the shield wasn't recharging any time soon. So, he charged in with his thrusters and went on a melee rampage that lasted 28 minutes. Karma was too wounded and exhausted to move much. He took of his helmet and laid down facing the sky only to see a covenant cruiser's canon charging. "You fucking split mou-" and the canon was fired.
I suddenly woke in a random field of grass. Not knowing where I am, I quickly got up to grab my weapon but stumbled, catching myself before I completely fell. I have hooves now. I touch my face to feel an equine snout and a sawed horn on my head. Someone might have cut it short while I was asleep. Not that it really matters. I grab my helmet and stare into the reflection on the blue visor. Yup. I'm a pony. Or that's what I would think if I didn't have wings. My whole body is covered in the armor I was given. The wings too, which are exceptionally sharp like blades. I put on my helmet and made sure all systems were functioning. Thankfully nothing is damaged so I can operate at full capacity once I figure out how this new body works. But first, I have to make a risky move. "This is Sierra General 915 K, Call sign, 'Saw Wolf' trying to reach out to any UNSC or ONI forces on all open channels. Does anyone copy?" . . .
Nothing. "If there are any UNSC forces listening, don't bother tracing this position because I won't be here. 915 out." Best to get used to this body on the move. This position won't be safe.