Zain would just shrug, before shooting more rebels. Every shot from the battle rifle seemed to hit a rebel. Rose, give me a lowdown on the enemy force. I need to know who to deploy and where. he would tell his AI before looking at Darren Hurry up Drama Queen. he mocked, before grabbing a rocket launcher from a nearby trooper and blowing up a Scorpion by shooting out of a hull breech.



Zain would just accept the medical treatment he was being given, assuming that whatever was happening wasn't really his problem. He was pretty heavily injured after all.

The battle continued on, the Innies vs the UNSC forces, the former of which were preparing to regroup. A force that size would be difficult to handle, so the troops already on the ground were about to get some back up. "Always did need me to bail you out, didn'tcha Zain?" A voice chattered over the UNSC radio. At face valute it was obviously feminine and spoke with a sarcastic tone, but seemed to have a connection with Zain - whoever it was, the two had history.

Busting through the clouds a Pelican soared towards the current battlefield, maintaining around a medium altitude and a high speed as it's cargo bay door slid open, with an ODST clad in Orange and Black stepping forward to survey the ground, kneeling down momentarily to catch a good glance before stepping back inside. "This is it boys and girls, grab your gear!" The figure exclaimed, the same voice as the one on the radio, stretching upwards to snag a rocket launcher from it's overhead mount, stepping back towards the ramp. "Alright Bullfrogs, time to move it! Jump!" She shouted, standing firmly on the ramp, waving out 5 more ODSTs before jumping herself.

All of the squadron had the same colour gear and armour, orange and black, though the supposed leader in particular had Raptor jaws painted across the edges of her VISR. But those were simply cosmetic, and it wasn't what made them different from other ODSTs - no, what made them different was their training, and a single piece of gear mounted to each of their backs - Jetpacks, the only reason they could even consider such a jump and hope to survive short of being a SPARTAN.

Their landing site in sight, all 6 ODSTs kicked in their Jetpacks, slowing them to a sufficient speed for a safe landing, touching down in a position in a middle ground between the Infinity and the current rebel lines, opening fire with their variety of weapons against the Rebels. "Secure the LZ!" The female trooper ordered, her squad moving into cover and continuing their attack on the Rebel forces, attempting to clear a landing zone, but what it was for remained a question.

Zain would start at the unexpected voice blaring through his earpiece, but then he would relax slightly with recognition. Just secure that LZ and I'll meet you down there. he said, yelling at a few ODST to accompany him outside. He would shoot any stray rebels that had somehow made it into the Infinity, along the corridor which he was headed CORRIDOR'S CLEAR, SIR. An ODST would salute as he reported to Zain Good work soldier, at ease. he would commend the ODST, who would simply nod and raise his Assault Rifle back up. Zain would type a code into a nearby bulkhead door and wait for it to open SWEEP AND CLEAR, TROOPERS Zain would order the ODST, as they started taking out the squadron of rebels who had gathered outside the Infinity. Zain would burst outside, throwing his knife into a rebel's head as he ducked behind cover, somehow not his after making such a risky move. He would then shoot another Rebel in the head before opening the comm channel back to the newcomer Where the heck are you?! I'm with a few ODST and we've somehow stumbled upon the rest of the Rebel army! he yelled, ducking as a few bullets sailed over his cover.

Zain would face the soldier who ran up to him Good to have you with us, soldier. What is your rank and designation? Zain said shooting from behind his cover I would also recommend that you find some cover. the Lieutenant Commander said, before tossing a grenade over his cover, blowing up a pack of Rebels. He really hoped that his old friend would get there soon, since they were right in the thick of it. It seemed the newcomer had dropped in a most unfortunate place.

::"Where are we?":: The voice responded over the radio, turning out of her cover momentarily to fire off both shots from her rocket launcher, each killing separate scores of rebels. ::"We're doing our jobs, somewhere near the shipping crates.":: She grunted as she pulled out the pair of tubes in the launcher, then replacing them with a pair of loaded tubes and getting ready to fire, about to turn the corner when a DMR shot from a sniper struck one of her squadmates in the chest, causing him to drop to the floor in a puddle blood- albeit alive. Engaging her jetpack, she jumped high into the sky with it's assistance, firing off both shots at another set of rebels, landing near her wounded comrade, placing both of his hands on the wound. His chest-plate had slowed the bullet somewhat, or atleast to a point it wouldn't kill him - though that was if he got medical attention immediately.

With all of her ammunition depleted she threw down her rocket launcher, picking up the M379 SAW of her fallen comrade and opening fire on the rebels, attempting to provide cover fire for him.::"LZ is secure! I repeat, LZ is secure! We need medical attention, bring a medic down on the pelicans!":: She roared into her comm unit, keeping up the suppressing fire as two Pelicans soared overhead, swooping low and landing behind the squad, both dropping off a Warthog each and then opening it's ramp, allowing marines and some medics to rush out, the latter attending to the wounded ODST. ::"Mount up Bullfrogs! Let's make these innies pay for hurting one of our own!":: The leader cried out, stowing her SAW on her back and clambering onto the turret of one of the Warthogs, opening fire as a driver and passenger clambered into their respective seats. The other Warthog was quickly filled up too, but the drivers seat was taken by a marine, standing-in for the wounded ODST. In a blaze of gunfire, smoke and burning rubber, both Warthogs accelerated forward, charging at the Innies with their passengers firing and their turrets spewing hot lead into the crowd of rebels.

((Reaper, weaponry in the halo universe isn't linked like that, you won't be able to connect to a rocket launcher and set it off. The only things you can connect to are some ships and Mjolnir armor, and even then, you'll need a direct connection to do so. You can get into radio feed however and relay it, but AI aren't really that powerful in the Halo universe, unlike the RvB one where they're godly OP.))

Thila continued his way through the temple, systematically eliminating every single enemy in each and every room until he has cleaned it out. He then makes his way to their phantom and they leave.



He went through the forest, firing away at the Human forces coming through the bushes, eliminating them one at the time until they start hiding out. He cloaked and walked into the crowd of humans, drawing his energy sword, eliminating the entire squad in seconds.

((Apologies for not posting for a while. Had some IRL issues to handle.))

Zain would scratch the back of his head, looking at the retreating rebels Regroup in the Infinity soldiers. We need to remain here in case they decide to come back. That's an order. Zain would say to his surrounding soldiers. He would turn to Thomas Good to have you with us Thomas. I recognise that aim. I meant to promote you before I was transferred, I seem to remember... I may have to sort that out. Accompany me. We'll meet up with the Bullfrogs and see if there are any wounded to speak of. Zain spoke as if he knew these Bullfrogs well, as he would start advancing towards the main battleground.

Thomas followed him, topping off his ammo clips and getting up for the next battle. Proper field maintenance on the move was imperative.