Hell Jumpers (Halo Fan-Fic)

You Break It, You Buy It

Tarkov's POV:

The tank rumbled to life as I checked the rocket tubes. Each carried two seperate high powered rockets that could be fired in quick succession. Fire the rockets, remove the tube, load the next one. The perfect weapon when riding the Scorpion.

"Wraith!" Screamed one of the marines as the tank moved away from the cover of the large ruins, where I managed to confirm what the marine had stated.

Across a chasm, where the bridge had finished lowering, was a Wraith tank. The equivalent of the Scorpion tank, it fired super heated plasma mortar rounds that could melt anything on a seven meter radius and severely burn anything on a twenty meter radius. Its armor was tough, capable of withstanding two direct rocket rounds.

The Wraith turned to face us, the massive mortar adjusting its angle before letting loose a single massive plasma round that curved across the air, headed stright for us. My eyes widened as the tank suddenly lurched forwards, the hand hold keeping me from falling off.

The mortar impacted just moments later, right where we had been moments before. The massive cannon of the Scorpion spun to face the Wraith before it let loose a cannon shot that impacted square on the Wraith and causing a massive smoke cloud that could not be seen through.

"Did he get him?" asked one of the marines as the tank began to slowly move towards the bridge.

"I don't know," replied a second marine. There was tension in the air as I carefully aimed the rocket towards the still lifting smoke cloud.

"MIRA! LOOK!" screamed a marine. I looked over to see two Banshee flyers heading towards us at break neck speed.

They were still out of range for their weapons, but not for us. And the maines knew it. One of them raised their rocket, the lock on beep sounding, signalling that it was locked on. Seconds later, a rocket flew out of the tube, followed by a second rocket shot by another marine. They flew straight and true as the Banshees attempted to evade, but the rockets were quicker as they connected and exploded at the fuselge of the Banshee's, turning them into smoldering heaps of twisted metal that came crashing down onto the lake below.

"Nice shooting marines," I said as a small cheer came from them. I looked back to the chasm, were the smoke had begun to settle. The tank by then had reached the begining of the bridge. A small movement, followed by a flash of purple.

"INCOMING!"

There was a sudden explosion as a massive plasma mortar impacted towards the back of the tank as a high explosive shell was let loose. It impacted on the Wraith, this time causing it to explode from the inside in a fireball of plasma. A quick look behind me showed no signs of the marine that was supposed to be there. No sign of him, but I knew what happened.

The Scorpion moved forward quickly over the bridge, turning right and heading into a tunnel that could have fit a Pelican inside. It quickly crossed across to the other side of the tunnel, where there awaited a portable plasma turret that began to fire at the hull of the tank. The cannon turned and fired, killing the gunner along with three Jackals that were fortunate enough to be standing next to it.

Rolling up the hill, we came across a couple of Ghosts that we dealt with quickly and effectively, I myself proudly taking two down and the marines a third while the Chief used the tank's secondary anti personnel machine gun in order to put down the Jackal and Grunts that attempted to stop our trail of destruction.

"We got a Wraith on the far side!" screamed a marine as the tank rolled up to a tunnel that led to an exit of the ruins. I aimed up my Rocket Launcher up at it and locked on, similar beeps coming from the other three marines.