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Humanity is at war with the alien alliance known as "The Covenant."
We are losing.
The Covenant have burned our worlds, killing billions in their genocidal campaign.
Earth is our last bastion - a carefully guarded secret.
But not anymore.
A Covenant carrier has breached Earth's defenses and attacked the African mega-city, "New Mombasa."
Initial reports confirm major damage and heavy civilian casualties.
Now military leaders of the "United Nations Space Command" have prepared their response...
A 5-Squad of Orbital Drop Shock Troopers have been deployed to Earth, Consisting of a Sniper, a Breacher, a Demilitionist, a Medic and an Anti-Tank specialist. Together, along with hundreds of other soldiers, they will repel the covenant from attacking earth, and stop the invasion the Covenant attempt. This is their story.
The main elevator slowly rose, the sounds of weapons clicking and holstering audible in the faint hum of the space elevator.
"...so...what do we know currently?" One asked, clipping what appeared to be demolition charges to his thighs, voice deep and rusky with a Russian accent. He was holding a shotgun, a M90A, filling it with slug rounds. On his back was a nametag, designated "PHONEY."
"So far, just Covenant ships boarding the station. We've been ordered to hold the space elevator once we reach the top, so youre gettin' a vantage point. Got it?" Another spoke, more of a country accent, regionally America. They carried a MA5C rifle, clipping a mag into it. The voice was masculine and stood out, unsurprisingly a leader role. On the back, a name tag designated "RATTY." They pointed to a woman in the back staring out the window.
"Me? Fine. Mack's coming with me. I aint camping out for hours alone." She said, voice sharp and orderly with a slight Kenyan accent. She was loading a SRS99D-S2AM sniper, leaning on the stock with the barrel in the floor of the elevator. Her gear appeared lighter, less heavy than other gear. She racked the sniper, standing up fully. On her back was a nametag designated "HARPER."
"Pff...you want more of my shitty stories?" One laughed beside her before getting nudged by her with a growl. The one laughing carried a M9S SMG, with a M41 SPNKR over his shoulder clipped to his back. He had quite a thick British accent with his tone being teasing and jokey, the nametag on his back designated "ATLAS."
"quit hitting him. I dont wana have to bandage him again...he twists like im ripping his ribs out." The final one chimed in, leaning closer to Stinger with a laugh. She had light gear with a selection of medical pouches on her armour, head to toe. She was holding a MA5C rifle too, a nametag on her designated "DOCK."
Together, the elevator stopped, the 5 raising their firearms and pushing into Cairo station at 2 : 21 PM. Sirens blared as they pushed in, faint gunfire echoing the halls. They slowly pushed forward, firearms raised. The 5 split into 3, the 2 separate groups moving. The group of 3 kicked some crates into place, weapons aimed, ready. The other 2 began to move. Fast.
"So, whyd you drag me along of all people, huh?" Atlas snickered, his boots hitting the floor fast and firm.
"Because youre the least annoying when you speak for more than 5 seconds. And you actually cover my ass." Harper replied, running faster. Plasma fire and ballistic rounds could be heard all through the station before the 2 entered a large hall, a ship docking bay.
"Hold behind me. And dont get my head blown off right away." She hissed, crouching behind a metal box, the bipod of her sniper clipping in as she aimed, holding her breath as a boarding party slammed into the side of the station, plasma gates opening. Behind Harper, Atlas crouched down, aiming his SMG and covering the flank, his shoulder to hers, staying at cover. Meanwhile...
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Gunfire erupted down the hall, the 3 squad pushing together.
"You said they were only just boarding, why are they fuckin slaughtering everyone!?" Dock hissed, crouched beside one of the doors, rifle firing down the hall.
"They were...I dont know how it got *this* out of hand..." Ratty snapped, throwing a grenade down the hall as it detonated, a grunt flying towards the group, missing the back shell.
"Eugh...fuckin gross." Ratty whispered before the 3 rushed the hall.
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"Pop goes the weasel...quit nudging me, jackass!" Harper nudged Atlas, him grunting a little.
"Mind the ribs...im tryna cover you here..." he replied, firing on a brute as it slumped down, hitting a bench. Suddenly, a large explosion Echoed outside the station. Atlas jolted up, staring out a window.
"Thats...thats a Covenant assault ship! Holy shit! Its gone!" He laughed, tapping Harpers shoulder quickly.
"What? Quit fuckin hitting me...my god.." she whispered, blowing the head off a grunt then turning to the window. A whole covenant assault ship had just exploded, giant and beautiful. That, for the most part, summed up the squad. They had their picks, but they also had their moments.