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*PRIORITY TRANSMISSION...STATUS HIGH PRIO, FREQUENCY OVERRIDE ALL...STANDBY FOR PATCH THROUGH..........*
"Listen Up Marines, the Covenant have been hitting this planet hard for two days now, All contact with the Army and the government has ceased. Normally these buggers like to hit planets and burn em' to the ground, but something is keeping them around. Reports from Force Recon state that a spire is being constructed in the middle of Strutter's Bay, as well as heavy fortifications...Our friends over in the Office of Naval Intelligence have taken an interest in this spire.
They have begun a top secret operation, but need a distraction to the heavy fortifications, that's where we come in. I'm dropping Reaper, Guardian, and Dread companies in via the beach, you'll strike those Covenant bastards down, while our boys from the 130th ODST drop in behind enemy lines and take them down. You'll have support from a detachment of combat engineers, but armor is not go during this operation. You'll be in there with your own two feet, once the beach has been secured armor will move in to help secure the cove. Major out."
*PRIORITY TRANSMISSION ENDED*
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Strutter's Bay, Cenderon IV, Cenderon System, Outer Colonies, Milky Way Galaxy
13:24 Standard Military Time, July 14th 2550
Private Samuel Murray, 134MEF, 5MD, 6MR, RCOMP, 3PLT, 1SQ, FTA
Storming the Beach
"If you ask me, Command has been watching too many old world war films, a beach landing, sounds like a suicide mission if you ask me." A soldier chimed from their position within the crowded bloodtray of the Pelican. The usual assortment of seats had been stripped down and removed, allowing for a maximum standing capacity of troops, who could launch out and storm the ground within a moments notice.
"Pipe down marine," called out the Lieutenant Vickers, whose short stature made his voice only emerge from the back of the group. "Strutter's Bay isn't any normal getaway beach town, this place was a bustling tourist city, similar to New Los Angeles. We're going to be landing on Canary Beach, it's about 500 meters from the shoreline to the large seawall that marks the barrier that watches over the city. Reports state that laser canons as well as several garrisons of defenses have been put in place around the perimeter of the city, we're going to be facing a lot of hell well we get out. Don't stop and keep moving, get to the sea wall."
"What about the ODST, I thought those chumps were supposed to take out their defenses overnight." Called out another Marine.
"The Drops didn't go as plan, shit went FUBAR real quick, we haven't had stable comms with them in several hours..." The Lieutenant responded in a grim tone.
The lights inside the cabin flashed a warning yellow, as the pilot's voice broke through the speakers, "Entering the landzone, ETA 1 minute, prepare."
Samuel glanced towards his fireteam, his face oozing with anticipation at the the thought of finally seeing the Covenant bastards in person. This is my time to effin' shine, who needs a Spartan or an ODST. "Murray, Mendez, and Sanders..stay close to me when this bird lands." Corporal Booker responded in a sharp and quiet tone; the Private hadn't heard a single word, the anticipation was too real.
"Listen Up Marines, the Covenant have been hitting this planet hard for two days now, All contact with the Army and the government has ceased. Normally these buggers like to hit planets and burn em' to the ground, but something is keeping them around. Reports from Force Recon state that a spire is being constructed in the middle of Strutter's Bay, as well as heavy fortifications...Our friends over in the Office of Naval Intelligence have taken an interest in this spire.
They have begun a top secret operation, but need a distraction to the heavy fortifications, that's where we come in. I'm dropping Reaper, Guardian, and Dread companies in via the beach, you'll strike those Covenant bastards down, while our boys from the 130th ODST drop in behind enemy lines and take them down. You'll have support from a detachment of combat engineers, but armor is not go during this operation. You'll be in there with your own two feet, once the beach has been secured armor will move in to help secure the cove. Major out."
*PRIORITY TRANSMISSION ENDED*
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Strutter's Bay, Cenderon IV, Cenderon System, Outer Colonies, Milky Way Galaxy
13:24 Standard Military Time, July 14th 2550
Private Samuel Murray, 134MEF, 5MD, 6MR, RCOMP, 3PLT, 1SQ, FTA
Storming the Beach
"If you ask me, Command has been watching too many old world war films, a beach landing, sounds like a suicide mission if you ask me." A soldier chimed from their position within the crowded bloodtray of the Pelican. The usual assortment of seats had been stripped down and removed, allowing for a maximum standing capacity of troops, who could launch out and storm the ground within a moments notice.
"Pipe down marine," called out the Lieutenant Vickers, whose short stature made his voice only emerge from the back of the group. "Strutter's Bay isn't any normal getaway beach town, this place was a bustling tourist city, similar to New Los Angeles. We're going to be landing on Canary Beach, it's about 500 meters from the shoreline to the large seawall that marks the barrier that watches over the city. Reports state that laser canons as well as several garrisons of defenses have been put in place around the perimeter of the city, we're going to be facing a lot of hell well we get out. Don't stop and keep moving, get to the sea wall."
"What about the ODST, I thought those chumps were supposed to take out their defenses overnight." Called out another Marine.
"The Drops didn't go as plan, shit went FUBAR real quick, we haven't had stable comms with them in several hours..." The Lieutenant responded in a grim tone.
The lights inside the cabin flashed a warning yellow, as the pilot's voice broke through the speakers, "Entering the landzone, ETA 1 minute, prepare."
Samuel glanced towards his fireteam, his face oozing with anticipation at the the thought of finally seeing the Covenant bastards in person. This is my time to effin' shine, who needs a Spartan or an ODST. "Murray, Mendez, and Sanders..stay close to me when this bird lands." Corporal Booker responded in a sharp and quiet tone; the Private hadn't heard a single word, the anticipation was too real.
