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[Evan_Himmel]

The war agenst the Covenet was brutal for every one. But now that the fight was finished, every one is trying to find ther place in this peace. Here on Oberon 2, the slow process of recontruction has begun.

In a small appartment, a german sheperd grones in the bed as he twists and turns untell the phones ring raises him from his trubled sleep. "Hello," he said as he listened to the phone, "alright, i'll be right over. damn Brutes." he said before hanging up the phone.

After getting dressed Chazz steped out of the apartment building as he looked around. "Much has changed, but the scars still remain," Chazz said with a sigh as he saw a poster for anuther MasterCheif movie.

[Wolfbane007]

"God, why-do...Brutes--always appear in....the worst of times!" This annoyed voice could be heard only to the Spartan commanding the Warthog turret, and was meant for his ears alone.

The voice came from none other than Major Alexander Sinclair (Guitar NOT included), who had decided that the best way to deal with the brute problem on Oberon 2 was to deal with it personally. Of course the line of 2 warthogs were a help too.

It was just another day of "Brutal" destruction, as some of the other Spartan recruits put it.

Today, Alex was tasked with a small recon of troops to search and destroy what had been identified as a lone covenant drop ship, seemingly abandoned after the war. Of course, abandoned it was NOT, as the warm welcome he and his group of 10 had recieved. Losing 5 of them to the large swarm of Brutes, Alex had radioed for backup. Currently all the backup they had were the 3 warthogs, which they had brought themselves, just in case.

"Come get some!" shouted Alex, continuing to bring down brute after brute with his deadly accuracy. The brutes continued to swarm out of the ship. "Where is that backup!?" shouted Alex in his mind. The Warthogs had been giving the Spartan and his men good distance to fight, but the brutes were slowly moving in.

(FYI....posting order?)
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Alexander Sinclair
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Suspicion often creates what it suspects-
C.S. Lewis

[Mayfield]

((guess I'll go up next.))

'Ah hell. What have you gotten yourself into now?'... those words kept ringing in his ears. He looked around and heard no gunfire, believing him and his comrades were successful, his head poked out from behind the barricade only to see humans and grunts getting flown around. The heavy chrashing sound of the brute's hammer toting with him as he realized he was the last one standing.

It was him and the chieftain. The big ape, smart for his kind but dumb enough to charge head on. The soldier's weapon was empty and so he only had one option left. Reaching behind him, he grabbed one of the little blue balls and squeezed it. It burned a light blue as it flew across the battlefield, soaring towards the brute. And fortunately sticking right on his eye. The chieftain dropped to his knees and cried out as the grenade glowed brighter before finally erupting in a ball of plasma, the ape dropping to the ground dead.

His eyes grew wide as he rushed over and examined the body, kicking it with his boot "I.. I did it." he said in disbelief as he used all his might to pick up the ape's weapon and hold it uphigh above his head. His foot resting on the brute's back as the phantoms and pelicans flew in, ready to evac him out. He was satisfyed. He had finally avenged his fellow Unggoy.
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---Fursonna---
Rhoda Mayfield