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Institute Archives: Reach Forum battlefield footage

As per regulations of the Institute, we hereby inform you of the fact that all documents and accounts are 100% accurate and confirmed by the worlds leading scientists in Troll Science. This footage was taken from the helmet camera of an unknown soldier who fought ground side during the long, bloody skirmish of the Reach Forums. --------------------- The cramped cargo bay of the pelican rocked and jostled, as the troopers inside shaked in their holding straps. Most were silent, but to pass the time most inspected their weapons between bouts of turbulence. One trooper, near the end bay of the Pelican, motioned to another soldier sitting across from him. "What do you think we're going to be dealing with?" The trooper shrugged. "Not sure. They sent the Halo 3 vets in first. Even orbital dropped some Halo 2 vets in. Not many of them left these days. We're going to be flanking the enemy in a mass infantry and vehicle assault." "Hang on, aren't our vehicles made of toilet paper?" The trooper nodded. "They sure as hell are. But don't tell them that! Vehicle threads are rare! We want to keep it that way." Another bump as the Pelican started it's final descent. "We're trying to get to the end of the valley right? We've got to get through all the complainers to post something that's not shit right? We'll hold our position once there, so we can bump the thread and keep it running?" The other trooper nodded. "You're damn straight we are. We're gonna give them hell." The pelican bounced violently as the telltale sound of DMR fire could be heard pinging against the outer hull. It grew into a loud clicking as more and more fire could be heard clanking off their hull. The troopers braced themselves. Once they made it through the anti-everything field they would be ready for the final push. It was a good thing they were using Pelicans to get here. Anything else using the destruction engine would've been toast right now. Warning lights flashed in the Pelican as the pilot spoke through the comms. "We have touch down, hit it marines!" The hangar bay door lowered, as the troopers unstrapped themselves and readied their weapons, stepping out to the battlefield outside. --------------------- From the moment they hit the ground, DMR bullets were flying everywhere. Above the drone of hundreds of DMR's going off there was the telltale sound of what sounded like an immense fat man running, gasping for air. Someone shouted out amongst the group. "Double Beatdowners inbound! Remember your training!" As the group stayed behind cover, waiting, an immense wave of spartans charged over the hill, running straight towards the marines. The marines opened fire, cutting down the first line but were overwhelmed as more simply charged forwards into place. The Spartans charged into the group and began flailing their arms around, ignoring the fact that they had a gun still clutched in their hands. Chaos ensued as ragdoll bodies began flying in all directions as the marines struggled to melee their aggressors back and then quickly shoot them. The roar of more Pelican engines were heard as more of the battlegroup was coming into play now, and with them came the vehicle charge. Dozens of warthogs rolled up over the muddy hole of the battlefield, their chainguns firing into the crowd of double beatdowners, shredding them to pieces in seconds. When the smoke cleared, and the last chaingun came to a stop, the survivors stood up from the carnage, taking in the scene. All the double beatdowners were dead. But already they'd taken heavy casualties. But for now, they'd secured the landing zone. ----------------- For the next hour, stray beatdowners would make their way over the hill, only to be mowed down by those that were guarding. More dropships descended, unloading their cargo of troopers and various vehicles. The trooper looked up to the sky above. Blue as could be. Even the bright green of the grass could be seen creeping over the large hill. Once they went over that, there would be hell. But now there was silence. The anti-everything fire had stopped. They were preparing then. As the amassed army waited, eventually, it was time. Their orders came in. The Halo 2 and 3 vets had broken through, and now was the time to strike. The engines of hundreds of warthogs rumbled to life, and the battle began. The hogs cleared the hill, and behind them followed dozens of scorpions, tearing up the mud and grass, leaving great tread marks. And then the infantry followed, charging up the hill. As they rounded the hill, the trooper gazed to the battlefield below, to see hundreds of shimmering blue forms spread out across the field, protecting the path to the ugly, all grey structure ahead. "Armour lock minefield!" Already, many warthogs could be seen sitting motionless as they came too close the stone still spartans, when all of a sudden dozens of shots rang out. They tore through the warthogs like butter in seconds. The cannons of the scorpions turned and fired on the snipers, and thundered out in an explosion of force. The marines charged downhill to help the warthog charge, as DMR fire began randomly spraying at them in random directions. The armour lockers began popping out of their protective shells, and in a blur of motion their arms began spinning wildly, as they pitched grenades faster than a baseball machine. The marines and warthogs opened fire, as the sky was filled with tens of thousands of grenades in a matter of seconds as the armour lockers seemed to have an endless box of grenades. The sky turned black, and a few troopers could be heard and seen falling to their feet in terror. But command had planned for this. Select troopers had been given access to an old, trusty piece of tech, and now was the time they would need it. The beautiful sound rang out among the battlefield, as bright golden orbs sprang to life, shielding the troopers and vehicles. The volley of grenades impacted on the shields and detonated like the miniature nukes they were. Any armour lockers under the protective domes were quickly killed, and when the time was up on the shields, they collapsed. Through the smoke the troopers and hogs fired, as scorpions fired once more into the distant snipers. As the smoke cleared from the mini-nukes, the battlefield lay silent. The decimated bodies of both sides scattered the field, as dozens of ruined hogs sat in flaming wreckage. Troopers began cheering as they could walk unopposed to the ugly grey structure. But then, from the atmosphere high above, a boom could be heard. Through the clouds a gigantic green figure could be seen approaching, and in a thunderous crash, impacted into the ground ahead of them. The army fell silent as the deformed figure of Jun and Master Chief towered above them, standing above the army, casting a shadow. The J.I.MC walker brought it's massive weapon online, a massive orbital cannon sniper rifle. In that instant, the orders were given for all to fire at will, as the walker leveled it's rifle at the nearest scorpion tank. The air and ground shook as it fired, and the massive shot missed completely, instead impacting hundreds of feet elsewhere, vaporizing the marines caught in the blast. The giant walker was unflinching as tank shells and thousands of rounds bounced off it's shields, and it's thunderous voice sounded out, "I guess they didn't like my cooking." All the fire seemed to be doing nothing, and the army decided to charge forward. This was it, all or nothing. The J.I.MC walker threw a great burning ball of plasma at the scorpions, and it exploded in an enormous cloud of destructive blue energy, vaporizing much of the tanks. The walker bellowed it's booming voice once more, this time in Master Chief's voice. "Guess I could stick it." As the troopers and hogs gunned it for the structure, the walker began stomping it's feet and lashing out with it's immense arms, crushing and pummeling everything in it's path. "Armour piercing rounds. Take the hat of an elite off at 2000 yards." The bloody assault continued, as the gray structure was in range. More thunder sounded out as the walker continued to fire its inaccurate, but deadly weapon. Only a small percentage of marines made it to the structure as the army was decimated outside. ------------------- The small collection of surviving troopers made their way into the building, and from there, proceeded to walk down a long hallway. Every so often the sound of the J.I.MC walker could be heard, but for the most part, it was silent. The marines walked for little over 5 minutes, before they reached the end. At the end of the hallway, sat their objective. One Marine whooped out excitedly, running ahead of the bunch. The trooper looked at things, the size of the room that held their objective, and the fact that they were in a confined space. Something wasn't right....... The giddy trooper ran ahead, entering the large room, before a shot rang out and he fell over, motionless. Several troopers fell to their knees at the revelation, praying to god or breaking down into sobbing wrecks. No, they couldn't..... they wouldn't......... They were using corners. The last ditch effort to protect the facility. And it was almost unbreakable. Almost. The trooper looked down to his belt. "Everyone! We need to use our grenades!" He wasn't worried about what rested on the other side. They were probably camo campers, and as such, had bad hearing because of the distortion. Several troopers began rummaging through what they had left, nodding. "We grenade jump over them! They'll never see it coming! The we open up on them on the other side!"

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  • Several troopers nodded. Even ones that had previously broken down crying. Silence filled the hallway. "On Three." The troopers steeled themselves. "One. Two. THREEE!" In one motion, the troopers hurled their grenades down, and took a running leap forwards. The grenades detonated, hurling the troopers through the air, as dozens of shotguns went off as they passed the threshold of the corners. They flew high over the barrage, and landed in a graceful roll, and then tossed their remaining grenades into the camo campers, and opened fire into them as they were caught off guard. The camo campers were completely stuck, and utterly annihilated under the hail of bullets that came their way. Silence and gunsmoke filled the chamber, as a wave of relief washed over the troopers. They had done it. Now all they had to do was hold their location for as long as possible, keeping their unique post on the front page as long as they could. END RECORDING ----------------- It is noted that several key battles took place across the Reach Forums, with very few actual victories, but the ones that were won were decisive. Sadly, through all their efforts, they eventually lost. But as this recording shows, they did not go down without some form of resistance, even when the odds were against them. We salute these brave troopers who carried on.

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