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Seth slowed the hog down as they arrived to Karr's position, the man was slouched, firing off at hostiles, Seth slid the Hog to block an enemy fire from Karr. "Dansmith paint the target!" He yelled. Seth point his BR55 over across the way and began laying down suppressive fire, most enemy forces seemed to have withdrawn.

He glanced over, "Dansmith can you do it?" If not Karr would have to, but this needed to get done. The HAMMERDOWN protocol wasn't going to wait forever.

Looking at the Marine with slightly glazed eyes, he set his expression as stone: he could do it, he would do it.
Ignoring how his arm wouldn't quite move as fluidly as before, he hefted the heavy machine: the LTD was reminiscent of a Non-Linear rifle, but without the KA-BOOM when activated. No, this laser was relatively tame compared to that. Still, it was like hitting yourself with the power from 10,000 microwaves, and could cause some pretty interesting mutations in bacteria.

Nodding, "Yes, sir." He brought the laser to bear, and held it on the smear of wreckage as it fell... until... YES!
COORDINATE EXTRAPOLATION COMPLETED
"Got it!" He yelled, but then grimaced as the spike in his stomach shifted.

He tried to aim his BR55, but his arm had begun to shake. He pulled off a few rounds, but only one of them hit, and then, it only killed a lowly Grunt. Still, every shot counted.
His face contorted as he tried to reach his Med-Pack... had to stop the bleeding... had to... Oh, no. s**t!
He'd lost his Med-Pack in the fray. Calming himself down as best he could, he began concentrating: willpower would have to supress the oncoming shock, as it was the best he could do. In the meantime, though...
"KARR! Karr, take my gun! I can't shoot it, anyway! Dammit, take it!" He thrust the rifle at Karr's direction, his hand shaking violently now. He began to slump out of his seat in the 'hog.

Generally, a Scarab armored walker was invulnerable to almost all small arms fire, and the only real opening on one was the impossibly hard to reach top platforms. The entrance there was quite literally the lumbering behemoths' only weaknesses, and even then guards posted within the machine were usually competent enough to repel invaders. But what Scarabs weren't built to take was the heavy impact of 3 Human Entry Vehicles on the walker's superstructure, teardrop-shaped boxes of friction-heated metal causing small shockwaves to course through the covenant techology and destroy vital subsystems and infrastructures. The walker, as a testament to the covenant's superior technology, managed to maintain it's structural integrity as the small craters in it's hull began to cool.
And then the real damage started.

Lee kicked open the hatch of his HEV, springing out as the heavy metal hinges popped and the slab of Titanium-A fell a dozen stories to lodge itself in the ground below. Assault rifle slung across his back and trusty shotgun in his hands, he dug his boot heels into the various creases caused by the HEV's impact and peered into the Scarab's top platform. The crowd of grunts was just beginning to spill onto the top decks when Simmons's perfectly aimed frag detonated, tiny molten shards of metal alloy digging large bleeding pits into the soft flesh of the tiny aliens around the blast. When the smoke cleared, the last grunt left alive was silenced as Hughes put a pistol round through it's skull in mercy. He looked at Lee and Sergeant Simmons and tilted his head, the unspoken question putting a grin on the two men's faces.
What took you guys so long?
Hughes was about to turn around and lead the way into the Scarab when suddenly a large, brown furry arm swiped out from inside the entrance and launched him across the deck and into a solid metal wall. A loud crunch sounded as Simmons screamed and began firing his support rifle, the heavy rounds smearing deep gouges into the walls around his target.
"SON OF A B*TCH!"
The creature began to rear up again, readying itself for another swipe when the Sergeant's fire finally hit home. A round hit the brute smack in the middle of the face and exited the other side of the simian's head in a spectacular spray of blood and gore, it's bullet-ridden body finally collapsing. Hughes's vitals were erratic, nearing a flatline, and as Lee turned the marine over he could feel four broken ribs and internal bleeding. He didn't want to lose Hughes, not again, and a spark of confidence came over him.
"Sergeant, treat the Corporal. I'll take care of the Brutes for now."
Simmons nodded, and began undoing the Corporal's ODST breastplate as Lee turned to the entrance. Ape-like hooting and hollering could be heard louder now, the brutes obviously ready to swarm out at any moment. Lee undid his belt of frag grenades, pulled one pin, then threw the entire thing into the opening.
"GET DOWN!"
Ducking down low, Lee was immediately smeared by thick foul-smelling blood as an entire brute's worth of body parts showered the top of his armor. Standing immediately, Lee ran down the steps into the Scarab, to find three dead hostiles and a bleeding jackal. Not wasting any time, he kicked the bird-like creature's neck with a quick snap, popping it neatly off of the jackal's spinal cord.
From behind him, another howl of challenge made the Scarab's walls shake, and the Captain unloaded three consecutive shotgun rounds in the enemy's direction. He was instantly rewarded by the smell of frying circuitry and the body of a blue-armored brute. The way to the control room was clear.
Lee took two steps forwards and peered past the edge of the CC entrance, just in time to see the coming hammer swing and duck below it. Going with the roll, he slipped under the Chieftain's golden armor and came up behind him, shotgun raised. As he was about to fire, the brute released one hand from the hammer grip and smashed the gun from Lee's grip with it's impossibly long reach. It was about to swing it's other arm down, with hammer, to turn Lee into a bloody pulp when Simmons showed up and opened fire on the creature's weaker backside. The chieftain's eyes went slack as it collapsed forwards onto the deck, it's internal organs spilling out from the large gashes in it's lower back and stomach area. Lee and Simmons exchanged thumbs up signs, stating that they were both okay.

Looking around, the Captain confirmed that the HEV impact had in fact rendered the Scarab immobilized and therefore unusable. The walker was taken care of.
"Fox Hole One, this is Captain Xiang Hao Lee of the 301st Striker, requesting pickup for 50-odd marines in Industrial Sector Zulu. We have twenty-three at location NAV 17D3 and twenty-five at location NAV 15D4. Saying again, Captain Xiang Hao Lee of the 301st Striker requesting pickup for 50."
Some time later, a voice grated through his helmet speakers and gave him exactly what he wanted.
"Copy, Captain Lee. You have three pelicans inbound on 17D3 right now. ETA two minutes."
"Lee, to Fox Hole One. Copied."
Lee looked over to Simmons, who had in the meantime gathered the surviving marines from Able. They walked into the pelican's interior awed and humbled by the destruction three men had wrought.
"Don't worry boys, we're going home."

INDUSTRIAL SECTOR ZULU. NAV 15D4
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The medic swore to himself as he bandaged Dansmith's wound.
"Don't move, Sergeant. I know it hurts like hell, but at least you're not leaking fluids any more."
A stray plasma bolt hit the warthog's side right above the medic's head, and the young man swore again.
"Mother of --!"
The sound of chaingun fire drowned out everything else as three pelicans descended onto the scene, laying down heavy suppressing fire on the Covenant forces still in the area. Their hatches opened, and through one of them Lee extended a hand to the nearest marine.
"Hop on, marines. We're leaving in two."

Seth kept an eye on the Covenant even as the Pelicans lay down covering fire.
Seth did one last sweep, taking a last potshot into the dome of a Brute.

Seth turned and hoped onto the bird, using a hand grip to pull himself on. He took a seat and strapped himself in. "Let's Go!" He yelled to other Marines as they began pouring in.

The medic did his best to patch Dansmith up, but he would much have had the presence of mind and strength to do it himself. But he was just too damn weak, and so he sat, useless as makeup on a grunt, while three marines and the medic hauled his a** onboard the Pelican.

He felt the rumble of another Pelican's thrusters in his bones, and watched as it blew past their position, and the third one stopped by their rally point to pick up the men that wouldn't fit on their Peli, the it took off to follow it's flight-mate. Able was getting the Hell out, and not a moment too soon.

He may have just been dilusional, but as the hatch closed on their pelican, a squad of six Brutes in blue clad armor lumbered into view.
He felt cold now, his heart rate rising and blood-pressure dropping, and felt heat pulse through the walls of the Pelican as the beast's beam-shots went wild and off-target. the Pelican accelerated horizontally for a bit, before starting to pitch up.

Gravity and pain settled in Ashton's stomach, and with a mightily strained cry, he blacked out, and went into shock.

Anthony hacked up the blood lingering in his throat, and spit it at the side. "Lets Get on! LETS GO!" He said, yelling for the rest of the Marines to board. He saw nobody else entering. he began stepping back onto the ramp, when suddenly...

The Pelican's Main jets began to thrust off. Karr's feet slipped back and his back spiked into the plaiting of the ramp. The back of his head slammed against the edge, and his body fell limp onto the rubble ridden soil.

The world became black, as 2 objects came towards him...