Halo: Reach's Promise

ONI Sword Base-

August 27th, 2552-
  Bon grumbled as he looked across from him at Micheal. He had the audacity to not follow orders; in the heat of battle no less! Not only that but Cali decided to back him? He didn't know how but somwhow, Brad was the only one he wasn't mad at.
   "What's the matter," Cali looked at him without sentiment.
   "Oh you know what!" Bon almost pouted. He looked down and wondered how the three of them got so childish. They were relatively the joke of the Spartans. And here was Micheal; one of the first Spartan IV's, being taught by them. Bon thought about that for a moment...he wasn't a Spartan II or III, so he was technically in a whole class by himself...a IV.
   He looked at the viewscreen and saw that they were heading into no mans land: ONI control.
   "Dropping in two," he heard the pilots report. Bon shifted uneasily and motioned to Micheal. Brad looked up and got the mwssage; shaking him awake.
   "We're up in ninety," Bon told him.
   "Copy. Wait...is that Sword Base?" Micheal asked in confusion.
   "Affirmative. We're here for your second skin, Spartan, then we're out."
   "Roger. Isn't this place overrun by covys?"
   "Yes. There's a battalion of marines holding them at bay but that won't last long. We've got an hour and a half at best," Cali filled them in.
   "In five. Touching down!" the pilot cut in. Everyone got their weapons prepped; standing up to get off the pelican as fast as possible. Once the bay doors were open they all rushed to the nearest cover; which happened to be a giant wooden structure that for some reason was preserved in the ware of the battle.
   "Straight ahead is the base! Covys guarding the entrance. We've got marines stuck in there; nothing goes in and nothing goes out. Maybe with your help we can change that spartans," a marine instantly reported to them. They were in a position out of the line of fire at the moment.
   "How many strong?" Bon asked.
   "About two hundred. They got control of the AA on the other side. About fifty pushing in on their location. Fifty in the base too so that leaves us ten and the other nintey pushing up the hill," the marine looked up behind him. There were giant boulders about the size of a three warhogs stacked on top of each other on the rocky ground, little sprouts of grass sprinkled around. To their right was a giant cliff; they were in the mountains now.
   "Understood. Tell your men to fall back a little at the base. See if the covenant bastards chase them. If so then we'll slip in and grab what we need. If ONI allows us we'll assist on the ground from there," Bon ordered. The marine soluted and went on his way.
   "Commander told me to let you know when you're green," a new marine stepped up to the giants in black a few moments later; a Private. He seemed nervous. Probably the first time he'd ever seen a Spartan.
   "Understood," was all that Bon said. They waited for ten minutes a little up the hill; getting the best position to see what was going on without being spotted.
   "Any word?" Cali turned to the Private. The group could see the marines falling back towards the AA, but no pursuers.
    "Negative, they're holding their ground...wait a minute...shit! Reinforcements, off to the West! Spartans, if that thing you're supposed to extract is important...you best go now. If not then get out of here," the Private said in all seriousness. Bon nodded and ordered his Spartans to follow him. Micheal; in the state he was in, needed to be third. Not the first or the last where someone could shoot him in the back. He hoped to god that whatever regiment was stuck in there had a medic.
   "Fan out! Clear a path for a friends. Cali, take left; Brad you're right! Micheal, on me," he bend down to avoid being spotted immediately. He was heading towards a boulder a little ways up the hill, while Brad was scanning the left side. Cali headed towards the marines as equally as cautious. Bon peered around the right corner of the boulder and saw that the garage door was open. It was about four pelicans long and a scorpion tank high. He wondered if any of those vehecles were ever stored there.
   The gray structure had plasma and blackened holes in it, the whole thing starting to fall apart from the mixed fire it was taking. The two doors wife enough to fit each side and meet in the middle were open; allowing him to see the waves of covenant behind them. He looked up and saw four phantoms dropping in towards the AA.
   "Things just went to hell," Micheal said in disbelief, staring off at the magestic dropships as they swiftly dropped out of their view, popping up only seconds later.
   "Yeah...well I'm the devil!" Bon said as he popped from his cover and charged the covenant.
   "MOVE UP! COVER THOSE SPARTANS!" the leader of the offensive battalion shouted. It was weird to see: the garage walls were thin enough yhe marines were lined up how he imagined they fought back in colonial times. With the combined force of the Spartans and the marines odd tactic, they were wiped out within minutes. Not without a toll though. There were many casualties; most dead, but some still alive.
   "STAY HERE AND GUARD OUR RETREAT! WE'LL BE BACK IN TWENTY!" Bon shouted before leading his squad into hell itself.