I couldn't let them die. Our battered 'Warthog' skipped across the broken highway filled to capacity with grim faced marines. Their dark humor was hilarious, but sad because i knew what waited for us across the bridge. In the passenger seat with a matte black BR55 rifle sat the captain, vicariously wearing a green cap in place of a helmet because he was hard core and he bore a long scar on his cheek to prove it. He was voiced by none other than Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly. In the back were three other marines carring MA5 machine guns, one of them voiced by the beloved pilot of Serenity, Wash Hoburn. I turned a corner and was greeted by a sprawling vista, beatiful, inspiring and alien. Our destination lay at the top of a plateau but intrenched between us was the enemy. I too carried a 2x scope BR55, I would survive, if I had to I could take pot shots and wait for my shields to regenerate, Spartans live up to the myth. My brave, wise cracking marines, fought more heroically than me, I hid in metal skin, yet they would never become legends.
The pavement ended with a jagged ramp and the marines hollered in the air as we landed amongst three brute 'Choppers'. Blood burst into the air as we took direct hits. I spun around a concrete pillar to protect our flank and took off to pursue the nearest Brute. Three MA5s and a BR55 quickly mowed down the Brute pilot but in the mean time the other two Choppers were coming in for a second pass. Wash screamed falling from the Warthog onto bloodied ground. I cursed the game and took cover behind a dirt mound. I got out and prayed the remaining marines wouldn't jump in the drivers seat. I taunted a Brute with wild shots from my BR55 and lured him into my recently placed mine. He roared a challenge and I boarded and killed him in the same instant. The last Chopper was fleeing the scene and his exposed back was an easy target for my reticle. The coast was clear for a moment until a Wraith Tank came into view with a low hum. Before I had decided what to do, I heard the sickening sound of my Warthog coming from behind the mound to take on the tank head on with hooting and hollering from my boisterous marines. Damn A.I...