When the spartan mounted the left turret, the falcon took off, as the spartan and trooper nodded at each other

Jorge: Spotted some nasty business in the canyon on the down.

Pilot: I'll call out targets as we go.

They neared the end of the cliffs, hovering steady for a moment

Pilot: Top of the canyon, dead ahead.

"Targets on the bridge." Reaper told, firing at the small group of covenant that were running out of the tunnel, before being knocked off the bridge

"Incoming turret fire." The pilot told, dodging the best he can while trying to keep the falcon steady

Six shot rapidly at the turrets before focusing on the wraith who was firing across the gap towards the distant battle

Pilot: Nice shooting, Spartans!

Jorge: Stay sharp, we're not out of the canyon yet.

The Spartans picked off the remaining stragglers when they neared the spire

Pilot: There's the Spire.

Carter: Solid copy. Dot?

Dot: Latest Intel suggests these spires may be projecting electromagnetic cloaking shields.

The falcon and it's wingman held for a moment before Jorge spoke up

Jorge: Priority One, pilot. Gotta know what's in there.

Pilot: Affirmative, sir... Here we go.

Both falcons flew through the shielding before being EMP'd

Pilot: We just lost all power! We're going down!

The falcon began to spin out of control

"It's been nice knowing you guys!" Reaper said, holding onto the falcon the best he could while trying to keep the trooper in place

Jorge: Lock your armor, Spartan!

Pilot: Brace for a hard landing!

The falcons crashed violently across the ground, metal flying in multiple directions as the falcon began to bend before coming to a halt

"Gaah!" A pained gasp came from the side, while Six picked up his rifle as Jorge thrown his pack out of the falcon

"Damn that hurt... Oh shit, trooper!" Reaper said, before getting up and running to the trooper's side a piece of shrapnel was lodged in his leg

"Hey, hey, don't move! You need to keep still!" Reaper told the trooper who was squirming slightly

Jorge: Pilot's dead, we shouldn't stay here. I'm showing hostiles all over the place, we've gotta move.

"Hey, what's your name?" Reaper asked, putting his hand on the trooper's cheek

"M-martin." He responded, looking into the Spartan's visor

"You'll be alright, Martin. I'll get you out of here, but I'm gonna need to pull the shrapnel out of you."

The trooper panted, sweating bullets for the incoming pain before nodding, in response, the spartan pulled out the piece of shrapnel and tossed it aside, and pulled out a tourniquet and tied it off on the trooper's upper thigh

Jorge: Commander, we've got eyes on the spire, looks like a staging area.

Carter: Copy, we have your visual. Dot's working the problem, standby.

"I'll stay here with Martin and clear the skirmishers, if you guys can clear the way for us, that would be appreciated." Reaper told the other two, before blowing out a skirmisher's brain with his DMR, attracting the attention of the covenant.

"We're on it." Jorge responded, sprinting away from the wreckage to the left side while Six ran to the right, both starting to clear a path

"I'm gonna need to move you so you won't be hit." Reaper said, and before letting the trooper respond, he picked him up and put him behind the falcon, then sat him back down, continuing to fire at the remaining snipers

"Area's clear." Jorge said, before looking ahead and seeing a phantom appear from nowhere in the spire, before flying away

Dot: Noble Five, ONI believes those spires to be teleportation terminals.

Jorge: Teleporters? Linked to what?

Carter: Frigate Grafton is on-station ready to kill that spire, but first we need to power down it's shields.

Jorge: Understood. Six, I'll hold these bastards off, you find a way to the top of the spire.

"I see a banshee, that might help." Reaper suggested, which Six promptly used his jetpack to capture it, kicking out the elite while Jorge shot him down

"Fuel rod shade, be careful." Reaper added, before sitting the trooper down behind a crate

The fuel rod shade fired at the ridgeline, before being destroyed by a banshee bomb from Six

"There's a truck to our right." Martin told Reaper, which grabbed his attention

Jorge: Noble Leader, Six is on his way up.

Carter: Get in there, take out that shield, Lieutenant. Spartans, I'm en route with a falcon. We'll pick you up as soon as you knock out power to that shield.

Jorge: Ready when you are, Six.

"Good looking out, Martin. Jorge, fall back to my position, I've got an idea." Reaper told, before picking up Martin and hauling him towards the truck and setting him in the passenger seat, then gave him his MA37

"Kinda busy, Spartan. You'll need to come to me." Jorge replied as Reaper clambered into the driver seat and flooring it and drifting around the corner, before ramming a group of grunts and an elite

"Need a lift, Spartan?" Reaper imitated Jorge, who promptly chuckled and climbed into the bed and mounted his gun

"We're gonna make a few laps around the spire." Reaper said, driving towards the first turn and ramming multiple grunts, while Martin focused on an elite, before the truck started to drift

"Jackals, to the left." Martin told, which Jorge focused on

Meanwhile, Six was dodging left and right to avoid a fuel rod grunt, before grabbing him by the neck and stabbing him in the skull, scaring the others

Six took his knife back and pulled his rifle over his shoulder and gunned down the other fuel rod grunt, before the ultra ignited his energy sword

Back to the trio, they cleared the outer spire and drove into the middle, Martin threw his only grenade and killing an elite while Jorge jumped out and whacked a jacket with his gun

Returning to Six, the elite was laying on the control console with his blood and his own sword in his back

Carter: Hurry, Lieutenant. We got a Frigate inbound ready to blow that spire as soon as the shield is powered down.

"Area cleared. All you, Six." Reaper told, driving the trio back out and towards their LZ

Carter: Lieutenant, drop the shield and get out of there.

The shield begins to power down as a Falcon landed in front of the truck, Reaper ran out and grabbed Martin and practically threw him inside the Falcon next to Carter, while Jorge climbed in and sat in front of them, Reaper chose to sit on the left seat as the falcon lifted to the top of the spire quickly

"Run, Six, Run!" Reaper yelled, watching the spartan sprint and leap to the falcon, falling short but being caught by Jorge and helped him into the remaining seat

Carter: Get us out of here. Control? This is Noble One, spire one is green, and you're free to engage. Have a nice day.

Air Control: Copy that, Noble One. Be advised, all ground units: Frigate three-one-eight is inbound, and MAC rounds have been authorized.

"MAC?! Are they crazy?!" Reaper exclaimed

Jorge: MAC rounds? In atmosphere?

Carter: One way to get there attention, hang onto your teeth, people!

Shortly after the Frigate flew overhead and charged up it's MAC and destroyed the spire

"GUYS-" Reaper began before being cut off by a covenant glassing beam

Dot: New contact. High-tonnage.

Jorge: No! No! Somebody tell me this isn't happening!

"Holy shit!" Martin exclaimed

"Son of a..." Reaper began, before gripping his seat so tight, he began to bend it, obviously getting angered

Air Control: UNSC Frigate Grafton, do you copy?

Carter: Grafton is dust! We need to get out of here, now!

"They'll pay for this." Martin said, watching the super-carrier hover above

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