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// Parasite 
// Story: John-117 in Equestria 
// by Blaze Spectrum 
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The first thing that happened was marines pouring from Pelican dropships. The marines were doing reasonably well, until it was seen that they died from a single carbine shot to the chest. Check that, one shot from just about everything.

John couldn't help the marines, he was actively defending the defenseless ponies. He made sure not to use his shotgun when dealing with the Flood trying to kill or infected ponies. The scattering of the bullets would likely cause unintentional casualties.

Once he had spent all his shells, he threw the weapon in a pure form's face and scavenged for another weapon. It seemed that the Flood had brought too many weapons. He crouched and picked up what appeared to be an Assault Rifle. Only it looked, more advanced. The number counter had a readout that was positioned lower.

"Must be some newer version of the MA5 series," Cortana said.

Unfortunately, the magazine was nearly spent. Only three shots left. He'd just have to hope it used the same caliber as the MA5C. He took one of those magazines, ejected the empty one, and slammed it home.

Luckily, the bullets were compatible.

Unfortunately, the mags weren't. MA5C's had a small thing at the bottom to make the mag blend into the rifle. The newer one did not. The mag slid out as he let it go. There had to be some more of them.

Nearby, from a close MA5D, he picked up four mags, slammed one home, and whacked the butt of the rifle in the nearest combat form.

He sprinted down the lane, making more measures to keep the Flood from allies. One thing he liked about this new assault rifle was that it was more accurate. Very much. It was just as powerful, and the accuracy in comparison was a nice touch. A lower rate of fire would be a sacrifice in panic situations, but it wasn't a big difference.

It also didn't sound like a typewriter.





The marines from the Spirit Of Fire were definitely willing to engage. Unfortunately, they couldn't seem to take much more than one shot. About fifteen squads were heading up. Some were consisting of four, some five. They crouched and opened fire with their MA5B ICWS Assault Rifles. Casings fell from their rifles like firecrackers were being set off. Many flood fell. But quite a few marines were instantly killed from shots. By the time they'd eliminated twenty Flood, they were down fifteen.

Nearly a kilometre away from the fray, was Jun. His armour was now that of a Spartan-IV's. He had a Scout helmet, although it was heavily different from the one he used at Reach. Recon looked more like it but he didn't like several parts of it. He had a sniper rifle. Only modified so one of them held three of the 14.5 mm that his SR used. He zoomed in on a combat form and fired at its chest. It flinched and fell.

Then it got right back up.

He shot it again in the body. It merely tore through it. He emptied his clip before the combat form fell.

Obviously these freaks of nature were resistant to his sniping. Perhaps his Battle Rifle would work?

He flipped the long weapon onto his back, and taking the BR85HB SR off. It wasn't the best thing for long range, but it'll probably do. How he wished he'd brought a M395 instead.

He sprinted to the heat of combat, running on the rooftops and jumping from one to another. Once his breath was failing him, he stopped at a ledge with a brick side providing decent cover. He crouched and opened fire.

They worked well. It took only a few shots to kill each. And their return fire wasn't something he needed to worry about too much.





The ponies could do little but barricade themselves in their own houses, and then, the Flood often broke in. A few times, marines attempted to clear the insides out by barging in, as grenades would be too risky. The Elites were much more effective than the marines. In fact, it took a while for them to stop firing at them until they were told that they were allies.

John turned around, taking more Flood down while running. He'd thrown the MA5C away. It was replaced with a BR85. He didn't like the new one too much, but it did have improved accuracy, even though that wasn't put to the best to use with the unfamiliarly large sights.

What he didn't know was that a combat form dropped off a roof. It snuck up behind him, and shot him in the back with a shotgun.

The first thing he felt was the bullets breaching his shields, the force knocking him down. He quickly got up, and turned around, and took a swing.

Only to meet thin air. He put a foot forward before he fell.

The combat form grabbed his helmet, and smacked it's stock several times into it, then kicking him over. It pointed the barrel at his head, and racked the handle. He grabbed the top of the shotgun, and pulled it up with enough force to hit the combat form's face, which pulled the trigger. It's head splattered all around, coating his armor and his visor. He quickly rubbed it off and began to think.

"Alright, we can't hold out too long out here. We have to get somewhere safe."

He head towards a freshly deployed Elephant. The massive vehicle moved quite quickly despite its size, and he had to sprint to even think of catching up. He stopped the vehicle, and then jumped inside.

A marine shouted at him,"What the hell are you doing Spar-wait, you aren't part of Red Team..."

"Let me take the controls. I'm getting everybody out of here."