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Edwards, Daniel | Major
UNSC Amnesty of God
Harvest | With Commander Hammer.

As the floating lights beamed over the hall, scoping out the men and woman who were now quite surprised that sentinels were in this installation. Considering the last people to come here never had such trouble. Major Edwards had never seen them before, and his first reaction was to take out his sidearm, run forward and empty the clip towards something unknown to him. The M6G fired as fast as he could pull the trigger. He got excited as one of the, dropped suddenly and exploded on the ground.
"YEAH!" He was of course, an idiot, because the others locked on to him and fired their beams into his chest. He screamed like no other had ever heard before. It was brief, he dropped to the ground smoking. He was still alive, and the Sentinels saw this. He could still survive, but they didn't want this. A sentinel fired its beam at full power across the waist of Major Daniels, he screamed once more which cut out instantly.
He was dead. Cooked and cut in half. His eyes were staring at Commander Hammer, as if asking for help. But it was to late.

Corporal Oleksy Lebenov
Location: Cartographer
Status: Engaged with numerous hostiles

The corporal ran to the edge of the platform, huddling up against a wall to use as cover. He noticed a pair of the forerunner machines come up from behind the computer itself, and cursed loudly as he pulled the trigger and unleashed a hail of projectiles upon the hostiles. He let off the trigger after a full second of fire and was shocked to see the device still floating.

He rolled to the side as a beam streaked up towards his previous cover, before haphazardly emptying the rest of his clip into the hostile machine, finally bringing it down. He looked around for the other once for a moment before assuming someone else had brought it down. He started to reload his assault rifle when another beam came down and severed the gun in half vertically. The corporal frantically crawled out of the way and drew his side arm before quickly standing and started firing. As the rounds neared their target however, they were blocked by a translucent blue ovular field.

"God dammit some of these things have shields! After that our weapons do jack anyway!" The corporal yelled, trying to bring down the sentinel that was ignoring him to kill another poor b*****d who decided running for it was a good idea. The machine severed his leg just as he got to the bridge and letting him fall into the chasm.

The machine then turned to face him again simply taking the magnum fire with no worries. "DERR'MO! Get this thing off me! Otva'li clank!"

(I'm tempted to shorten this, holy s**t man (you see, this is the kind of s**t that happens when I make too long of posts))

Captain Omar C. Jacobs
> UNSC ARMORED PRAYER [AP.ACTUAL]
>> Bridge

The lack of communication from the ground teams was unsettling. Satellite coverage of the area showed movement towards the supposedly derelict structure. The fact that the dig teams had been able to enter the facility so quickly was originally a welcome surprise. Now though, he felt it was a little convenient and reeked of a trap. Hammer had either made a bad call or had run out of luck, because something had gone wrong. That much was certain. The Captain opened a COM channel to Alpha Base, maybe they would have some way of explaining what was going on.
"Alpha Base this is AP actual, what's going on down there?"
Nothing but static filtered through from the other end of the line.
"Baldur is there something wrong with our communications array?"
"Negative sir. All components are operating at 100 percent."
"So why isn't anyone picking up? Has something happened to Alpha Base since last contact?"
"No sir. Scans report that the facility is fully staffed with the exception of the Commander's Team."
"Well either our signal is being jammed or they can't be bothered to pick up. Baldur, check communications with the Amnesty of God and the Ardent Wind. I want to make sure they can hear us too."
"Already done sir. Our communications systems are not malfunctioning. There is an energy field emanating from the buried complex. It seems to be jamming all signals entering the planet's atmosphere."
"Understood. Bring the ship to Combat Alert Alpha and prep for Pod launches. Activate the point defense systems, if anything comes our way I want to know about it yesterday."
"Aye aye sir."
Klaxons blared and strobes lit the hallways. The remaining Marines prepped for Combat and the Bridge lights faded to a warm red. Jacobs stood above the situation table and leaned against it. This was going to be a long day.


Sergeant Anthony Lipton
> 405th Marine Infantry, Fire Team Charlie
>> Harvest, northern polar ******** it."
Lances of shimmering golden energy cut through the frozen rock and snow like a hot knife through butter. The marines of Fire Team Charlie huddled behind the remains of their pulverized M12 light reconnaissance vehicles. The robotic drones scoured the air above them, searching for something. Lipton shouldered their remaining M19 Jackhammer launcher and thumbed the firing stub. The Tube shuddered and a plume of smoke erupted from the rear of the weapon. The missile knifed through the cold air and struck one of the Sentinels dead center. The 102mm shaped charge warhead sent fragments of burning alien robot skittering into the hard packed snow and ice. The other Sentinels, now aware of the imminent danger, flocked like vultures to the carcass of their dead comrade. One turned about and spotted Lipton, holding the launcher and wearing a grin. The damn thing was just floating there, staring at him. The Marine Sergeant felt all bravado leave him and he cycled the tubes. The Sentinel fired a beam of concentrated energy and cut the launcher in half. With a yelp that he would never have liked to admit to, the Sergeant fell back behind the Warthog's charred and twisted frame. So far the heat signatures of the warthogs had shielded them from the Sentinels, though he had a feeling that the floating machines just didn't consider the Marines a threat. Some third tour this was. Get sent halfway across the ******** galaxy to get your a** shot at by a flying alien tinker toy.

>|Sergeant | Morrel , Tom
>|Locate: Forerunner structure | Status: Regrouping with his squad.

Sergeant Morrel Crawled towards his squad, his leg flaring with pain. Why is it that the only time i don't bring Biogel with me i get ******** hit? After a good minute of crawling his leg was starting to stop hurt which he knew wasn't good. It was going cold and numb and he started panicing. His Squad was covering him though he wasn't sure if he would make it so he stoped a talked down his earpiece.

"Damnit! Fall back, I'll be Fine!" He was obviously lieing.

They stayed, intent on protecting the person that had saved them so many times before. Morrel Sighed, knowing even if he threatened a court
Marshal they would stay to help.He Crawled forwards again, blood pouring from his dead foot.Although he hated to admit it, he knew it would take an extremley Skilled Medic to save it. When he reached them he was shaking all over, going into shock, he was well a truely Screwed. He rested aganist one of them as they went up the exit ramp. Ahead of them were two sentinels and a burnt out warthog. His Squad opened fire before rushing to the warthog, hoping to find cover.

Private Lance Sikes
Status: Falling back
Location: Inside Forerunner structure

Lance quickly lifted up an injured squad mate and lifted him into the warthog as one of their medics checked him. He noticed another warthog riding out towards the entrance. But the sentinels shot their engine as the warthog's hood lit on fire. "Watch out!" said the sergeant as everyone dunked as it blew up. "Get in the warthog private!!!" screamed the sergeant as Lance shot his last clip at a sentinel as it fell. He then jumped jumped inside the warthog as he sat at the end. He then closed the trunk as everyone took off. He managed to find a clip in his pack. But as they came along a bump the clip fell out of his hands and landed on the floor. "Damn it!!!" yelled Akari as he then placed his MA5C on the weapon magnate on his back. He then grabbed his M6C and loaded it.

>|Sargent | Morrel , Tom
>|Locate:Outside The Forerunner structure. | Giving Covering fire to the retreating forces.

Sargent Morrel grunted as his team moved over for someone. Masterson? Or At least he thought it was. He didn't know and he must have lost more blood then he thought he had. Jacob asked him if he could hear him."Load and clear." He cringed as The Sergeant Injected the Foam. He hated biofoam! The feel of it,the smell of it and what it did just creeped him out, he just couldn't stand it. When Masterson had finished he stood up and grinned at him. "We'll cover you and anyone coming out of the structure from here, i wanna get back at those Alien Techno s**t."

He Grinned as he poured all his water over the Fire on the back of the warthog, where the turrret was. After making preferable Sniping position he sent his squad out to the Inwards Offence Position that gave them a perfect view of the Exit Ramp.