Engagement: Commence!

The three women lay in their little spider holes in the rubble. The three take aim at targets in the Covenant squad. The two ODST's aim at the Jackals to cut the heads from the squad and leave the Grunts without leadership. After they got well into the open and too far into the alley to turn and flee without at least half of them being killed, the three open fire. The two ODST's slam rounds into the Jackal's heads, dropping them in the first three round bursts. The two of them then focus on some of the Grunts and start to fire into the group.

The Grunts of course, naturally panic and attempt to flee the area. They had seen the Jackals drop in the first chatter of guns. Klara had started with engaging the Grunts, knowing the two ODSTs would handle the Jackals. The Grunts were quickly being cut down by the three Humans. However, it turned out very quickly that the Jackals weren't the actual leaders of the Squad. A large Brute rounded the corner, firing spikes into the concrete where he saw bursts of gunfire coming from. The three quickly stop firing to keep the locations of their gunfire hidden, hoping the Brute might just assume the targets were killed. Sure enough, the Brute stops firing. He walks closer to see if he could see them or bait them into firing. The Brute had sufficient armor and shielding to engage at least two of the three.

The three women crawl backwards further into the hiding spots they occupied. All three were more then a little worried about attempting to deal with a Brute, considering it's armor, pure muscle mass and shielding as well. The three hoped they wouldn't find them. But the Brute was slowly getting closer and they could hear it. But then there was more then just the sound of an approaching Brute. There was the scream of Klara as the Brute dragged her from her hiding spot. The two ODSTs hop out of their spots to aim down at the Brute only to find she was being used as a shield by the massive creature to lure them out, and once out it started to fire. By absolute luck the spikes went wide and missed them both, since the relatively dumb creature had aimed between the two sets of movement, unable to pick one over the other. The two ODSTs jumped quickly into their hiding spots again, cursing as the Brute was unusually small, making it almost entirely hidden behind Klara. But then there was a new, very strange sound. The scream of a brute and then nothing. The ODSTs climb from their spots cautiously to find a massive, armored figure beside Klara, holding a massive a sword the size of Klara.

The giant looked nothing like the Spartans the UNSC fielded, neither did the weapons he had with him appear to be UNSC designs. He had thick plated Purple armor. He picked Klara up and set her on her feet, a voice distorter in his voice making him sound somewhat robotic when he finally spoke.

"Greetings mortals."

He stated simply, the voice that came from the purple helmet with it's gold faceplate, was Human sounding to the three, and his body plan didn't really match a Covenant species they knew of. And he'd saved Klara and the others by extension, without then turning his weapons on them. After a moment of pause, Kierra stepped forwards and looked at him, neck craned back just to even look at his helmet. 'Christ, he must be at least 8' tall.' She thought to herself.

"G-greetings, what unit are you with? We haven't seen any troops like you in... well, ever. You don't look like one of the Spartan types I know of."

Kierra stated, head slightly cocked to the side with curiosity. The figure drew it's head back, in what seemed to possibly be amusement before shaking it.

"I am a part of the Emperor's Children, the finest Legion of Space Marines in the Imperium of Man. I'm not terribly sure what this... 'Spartan' you speak of is. Bit we have come to re-integrate your world with the Imperium for the first time in thousands of years, you will be back under the Imperial Banner. Soon enough, more of my Battle-Brothers will join me on this world, and we will cleanse this sector of the Xenos filth that infest it and presume to attack some of our species."

The titan of a man states. He turns to look out of the corridor, his exhaust pack flares, belching heated air enough to distort the air near it's vents. He attaches his blade to his hip before looking back again at the three of them.

"Which of you is in charge?"

He asks simply.