Outside the door Markez was facing, he saw it pulse blue, following that was smoke seeming through the cracks. He whispered just loud enough so the others could hear him, "Get ready men..." He could hear an Elite's call, as the door flew open and grunts started filing in, one on top of another. Markez stood and started to fire, "Triggers down men! Triggers down!"

The war for Halo... had officially started.

Paul fired on the first Grunt he saw, the bullet drilling into the little thing's head. He shot two more before he saw the numbers they had. He pulled out a plasma and threw it in the general direction of an Elite, taking cover after he had thrown it. Instead of throaty growls, he heard high-pitched screams, meaning he had thrown one onto a grunt. More screams ensued after that and he leapt back up and began shooting again.

Calvin laughed as he fired his railgun into the concentration of grunts.

Jason had his sights dead center on the skull of the first elite that came through the door behind the grunts. He pulled the trigger, and the alien fell to the ground with a hole where his brains should be. The sniper swung his rifle around and took down two grunts in quick sucession: one with a head shot, and the other through the chest. As he lined up his next shot on a grunt, another one had moved behind the first. Jason pulled the trigger quickly and took down both grunts in one shot.

"One stone," he muttered under his breath, as he quickly reloaded. The air was thick with bullets and plasma now. A plasma grenade floated through the air above Jason's head, and stuck itself to the barrel of the Scorpion's barrel. Jason scrambled to dive off the tank's tread, and shoved Billy clear as he went. The grenade went off and rocked the tank, and showered bits of the barrel everywhere. Jason slung his rifle over his shoulder, and pulled out his pistol. Firing quickly he took down several more grunts and another elite, but it felt like for every one he took down, two took its place.

[ooc]Was it okay what I did with Wolf's character? I can change it if not.[/ooc]

Jimmy shrugged as the grunts piled in one after the other "guess you ugly bastards are dumber than I give you credit for..oh well" He pulled the trigger back on his MA5B and unleashed scorching hot lead fury into the mass of enemies

Hoo-yaH!, baby!
Hollered Chris as he started picking off grunts with nigh a half-second in between shots
Down in front, asshole!
HE screams, sigting an elite lowering his plasma shield for a moment, and taking three rounds from his MK.II to its cranium, falling lifelessly to the floor. He too fall quickly behind the warthog, narrowly dodging a hail of plasma fire. He stands and pops off a few more shots before returning to cover and speaking to the Lieutenant
Sir, how're we s'posed to get down on that thing (Halo) alive? And where's the Master Sergeant?

Joel took his time aiming as he didn't like to miss. "One bullet one enemy" he said to him self as he shot. He had already taken care of at least 5 of those bastards.

Billy opened up with his shotgun, cutting down a jackal that he had blindisided. He scond blast took out an elite's shields, who was downed by his third shot. A second elite leapt over the tank in an attempt to get at him, but Billy impaled him with the plasma sword and kicked the elite's corpse backwards into a horde of grunts.

Billy drew his pistol and started point shooting. "Lieutenant, there's too many of them!"

Joel put away his sniper rifle and took out his pistol as they got closer. One of the jackals tried to sneak up on him, but died trying. Even when Joel was using his pistol he tried to kill with as few shots as possible and aimed carefully. "There are too many" he thought to him self as he started to run out of ammo.

"Triggers down! Don't let them through!" But no matter how much ammo was used, they just kept coming. They soon had overrun Markez's unit, and every other marine there. Clicking the gun, not knowing there was no bullets left, he put his pistol in his pocket and reached for the big gun, as he liked to call it. "Down! Get down men!" He was able to push his voice over the fire. One explosion cleared the door, another moved the bodies. "All right men! Move out!" As he jumped from behind the crate and picked up some pistol ammo along the way.

Where the hell is the Master Chief anyway? We could use his help right about now...

Leading his men down several corridors, he pushed open the door to the mess hall. Seeing a few Elites scoping the area, the bodies of several shattered cooks and marines, he took out a frag and tossed it in, "Frag out!" An explosion, then several Plasma rifle shots came throught the door, several almost taking out his head. "Go in! C'mon men! We have to avenge their death! How dare they take out our cooking staff! I liked their gruel!" Ducking, rolling, he reached a table and unloaded what ammo his had left.