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// The Covenant 
// Story: My Little ODST: War is Hell 
// by DerpyJohnson 
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	Two allied phantoms and five pelicans were on their way to the devoted mission that the Chief, the Arbiter, and the two left ODSTs were on their way to. They knew that this dangerous mission would have lots of twists and turns that they could not explain, and that would be hard to accomplish. All soldiers were born for this in the marines training, and even for the Covenant's brutish tactics that were formed from the take-over of the brutes, even the Arbiter was trained himself for this kind of moment before the take-over even happened. After the slaughter of the Elite species, they didn't have very many of them left. Though, they would get their revenge for the lies and deceit against them, especially the "Great-Journey." As the delta shaped form of phantoms and pelicans were headed toward the battlefield, they spotted some anti-air vehicles, which indeed wasn't a very good sight what-so-ever. Johnson's three pelicans and the Ship Master's two phantoms parted away from the group to the high metal Forerunner towers that housed the necessary elements to get passed to the Prophet of Truth. On the other hand with Arbiter and Chief, so similar to eachother in pony like ways. Like the Grim Reaper knew their thoughts of the anti-air wraith, one pelican was shot down, falling straight into the direction of the Chief and Arbiter's, so they braced themselves for dear life, luckily only losing one of their cartel, which was sadly a warthog they could have used. Landing over at the drop zone, the whole team jumped off of the last standing pelican, and ran over to the destination of where they needed to be... Kill that anti-air vehicle. Though this wasn't a silent operation, due to the fact that the Chief had a spartan laser with him, in the fight. Not taking any time, he took out the two shade turrets that were opposing them as ground force. Arbiter taking his Elite carbine and energy sword, he popped the heads of a few grunts, ending in a beautiful display of green gasses, and a gas-tank shooting from their backs. Taking his energy sword, he sliced through the leader of the recon squadron, ending in a purple and bloody assault. The two ODSTs crawled their way over to the anti air gun in the most silent way possible though, as a way that they were born to be, making their way over a small cliff looking area, with a bit of grunts on the top of it. From their loud screams of fright and terror running their mouths like a bunch of frightened pigs at the slaughter house getting their friends' heads chopped off, put this is a bit different, having their necks stabbed by knives, or sniped by a Battle Rifle, and they were grunts. The squeaky screams of the grunts, sounding much like the ones of nightmare night from the children, were just lost in the immense gunfire forged from the Chief and Arbiter slicing and carving their way to the anti-air gun, only leaving death behind in their killing frenzy.

The ODSTs found their worst nightmare, and for which a nightmare for any ODST, other than being dropped in battle mid-way through a slip-space rupture occurring from a giant Covenant Carrier ship, which Rookie can still remember from his very fist drop. Though this one was different, a very smaller, but "brutish" enemy, and was called for it's actions indefinitely, and was called a little something of a Brute Chieftain that they had to fight by themselves. This could only be done by the strongest of ODSTs, but that was something they didn't have at the moment, as they lost one of their brother forged from war, which was quite the strong one. Not only in a physical way, but in a mental and verbal way too, making him one of the most devoted soldiers they have met, much like the Rookie. Though, they had to do this alone, nopony to help them. Though payback is a bitch indeed, but this kind is a good kind of payback, of which the Chief owed the Corporal and Recruit. As he charged head first into the ferocious beast, and nearly broke every bone in his torso sector of body, pretty much breaking his ribs and collarbone, while one rib jabbed into the brute's heart, instantly killing him through internal blood damage. Rookie and "Mr. Biggy," they called the Corporal from his bossy attitude, looked at him in a jaw-dropping way, and just sat there wondering how he got rid of such a feat. Chief just gave them a nod, and moved on to the next stage, with Arbiter trailing behind him. The ODSTs just shaked their impression off, and looked away from the brute, and helped out the chief with his job, so they could move on to the next area. Though, again Chief had that covered too, just hopping on the back, and smashing the generator to bits with his fist, and blowing up the whole thing, ending up to look similar to the 4th of July, with a large explosion lightly blinding the group. Alright, now that they had that covered, then they had to do the next part: Getting into the tower ahead of them.

Having one of the pelicans that stayed back, they had it come down to give reinforcements to the team, giving them a warthog and a mongoose, also coming in with a Marine too. Chief and Hell Jumper hopped into the warthog, Chief getting turret, and the Marine having shotgun, leaving Jumper to drive. Setting his hooves on the steering wheel, and the other two on the brake and gas, Rookie was ready to go bumper first into hell. Corporal had the Arbiter get on the back of his mongoose, and Biggy got to drive. This time he had his two hooves on rests, and the others on handle bars which braked and drove, much like a motorcycle or ATV. They were ready to get to the problem of all madness, and find a solution, but this called for it Master Chief style, as a recon of ghosts headed after them, he ordered Rookie to drive into the main solution, which would be running over the shade turret, crushing it, and destroying it. Arbiter on the other hand, jumped off of the mongoose, and hopped onto the nearby ghost that whizzed right past them. Then after hijacking it, he popped some grunts in the head with his carbine, and found the next ghost flying toward him, and Corporal was willing to sacrifice his life to get there in time to destroy Arbiter's doom. Jumping right in front of the ghost, he threw a spike grenade that he picked off of the brute chieftain, and hurdled it towards his victim, while it had to kill him, he still was able to save the mission at hand by saving the Arbiter. With success, he was able to stick it right onto the pending target, and as the ghost blew-up in front of him, a piece of shrapnel hit him right in the visor, reaching to his brain giving him plasma damage, therefor killing him instantly. His plan worked out, saving Arbiter, and continuing the mission, but this was no push-over for a fellow friend of his, and like smith, he was too a brother to Rookie. Kneeling down by his side, he softly whispered to his fallen comrade, "why did I have to lose my family, then war-kin? Why did this have to happen to me? Did Celestia put this apponn me as a curse?" Pausing in between phrases sniffing hardly to his grief, "why did I even have to be drafted in the first place? Why me?" Chief slowly pulled him away, as Rookie gave him the flag to stuff into his slightly open chest-plate. He nodded, and slipped it right in, for Rookie already had two in his. They would do a propper funeral for the fallen kin in front of him, only using the flag, of which he didn't even know if he could make it back for the trip to see his once home, that is now a pile of ash.

He got onto the mongoose, and signaled Arbiter to get into the warthog to drive. Today was already a rough day, and which they should prepare to get started to see some real hell after this.