[center][color=black][h1]Victory[/h1][/color][/center]
[center]Collab between [@Wildman13] & [@caliban][/center]

On the streets of San Francisco, gun fire echoes throughout the city as a few members of the UN engage with the orcs in the location. "WHERE'S THE GENERAL!" One of them yells out, as he unleashes a volley of machinegun fire at the engaging green skins.
San Francisco Outpost Broadsword Japanese town shopping center 1920 hours

Sargent Andrew Hernandez stood looking out from the outpost's makeshift watch tower the rain water dripped off his helmet.   This sector was usually a quiet one, but today the reports of gun fire were heard from somewhere nearby. Now captain Santiago had checked with command to see if there were any friendlies in the area. When command confirmed there was only the outpost the lieutenant gave the order to mount up. Unlike the regular Orc blunderbuss and artillery this was the sound of modern automatic fire.  Her replacement one lieutenant Miguel Baltodano had arrived a mere hour ago, they had yet to form an opinion on the man.
"Jackson,Allen,Ramirez and Nakano stop grab assing and in the Humvee" Hernandez said in an almost monotone voice. As the sound of Nakano cussing out the other three. Hernandez liked Nakano, she was as kind and gentle as a dove and as tough and strong willed as they come. All four since coming to the squad had been inseparable. 
Slowly the Sargent turned away and headed to the waiting Humvee.

Just 50 clinks from the outpost the remnants of the UN have been firing their way to what they believed to be a safe zone from the green menace. The clash of bayonet and steel echoes as with each passing minute a soul was claimed. "WHERE’S JACKSON!" One yells out as he opens the ammo boxes and hurried to refill his depleted gun. There was only at maximum of 20 UN peacekeepers which was obvious as the symbol of the UN was engraved into the center of their uniform in the area holding on to the remains of what was once a busy market place. "GET THE FIFTY CAL WORKING!" another screams out as a small group of orcs started jumping from the second floor of the nearby building, surprising them and killing off a good five of them in one go. 

"JACKSON I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU IF I FIND YOU!" What seems to be the acting leader screams out as the fighting turns ugly as munitions starts to run dry. "PRIVATE GET A FLARE OUT AND HENRICK READY AS MUCH C4 AS YOU CAN." He commanded as the machinegun takes pluck shot at the horde in an attempt to save up munitions. "IF WE DIE WE GO OUT WITH A BANG!" He said as the troops get as much C4 as they had.

Quickly the Humvee Convoy rolled out of the outpost, the freshly reinforced platoon of 42 men and women with supporting mounted fifty calibers on the Humvees.  Hernandez watched out his window scanning the buildings and alley ways.  Over the radio He could hear the lieutenant speaking to all squad leaders.
 "Alright listen up we got unidentified units engaging the enemy.  High altitude drone have identified them as human of unknown origin.  Command has ordered the company to be on standby. Our Job second platoon is to make contact with the unit and assist if necessary. We will travel until we reach the market place arriving east of the fighting, we will use the rubble and buildings as cover. I don't need to explain the dangers of street combat.... Hernandez take your squads and clear and find a place for Williams weapons squad to set up their weapons to cover the possible friendlies... I want those rockets and 240s ready to spit fire. you and yours are on convoy light up anything not human. "

Quickly the lieutenant switched to broadcasting to any public and Allied stations

" Any unidentified combatants in Japanese town this is second lieutenant Baltodano of Spartan security solutions 12th company 2nd tactical brigade you are no cleared to be in this area, if you are part of the local Militia then prepare to submit and present order papers upon securing the area. If you are civilians traveling between camps prepare transfer papers and a head count of all personnel and equipment. If you are a scavenger...you are in violation of article 3-21 of the military law in times of war no civilians outside designated areas after established curfew, and the defensive pact between forces no scavengers or those with personal or unauthorized entry into an active combat zone. Prepare to be detained and processed upon completion of the fighting. "

Soon, a fierce close-range fight broke loose against the Un troopers as they switch to pistols and shotguns. Soon, the buildings doors opened revealing more of the orcs in the area. Quickly drawing their blades swarming the gunners, stabbing, and cutting off his limbs silencing the continuous fire for good. 

Soon, radioman receives the broadcast responding to it with a frantic voice. “THIS IS THE UN WE NEED SUPPORT! GREENIES ARE SWARMING OUR POSITION!!, I REPEAT THE GREENIES ARE OVERUNING OUR LOCATION!!!” He said as gun fire and screams were heard in the background, awaiting your answer. 

“MAVERICK GET YOUR ASS UP HERE AND HELP ME SET UP THE CHARGES!” The Sarge yells out as they lose their vehicles one by one to the attackers. Soon, humans attached their bayonets and them to fight the orcs one on one before they were overpowered and dismembered, a sacrifice that helped buy time for the 9-member squad that was still left.

"Alright 2nd platoon change of plans ...Yuen take your squad go with Williams and set up to help cover the Convoy from flanking.... Hernandez I want your squad to offer covering fire... Watch your fire we will have friendlies in coming. Smith I want your boys to man the fifties when I want the convoy to the come along this road that runs parallel to the market to the east... There will be plenty of targets to hit."
Quickly the lieutenant switched back to the UN radio frequency. 
"UN forces friendlies inbound to your east. Fall back beyond the road to the east of the market place. ETA 30 seconds" He said as he racked the charging handle of his M4. " 

Quickly the lieutenant radioed command

"Broadsword actual this is broadsword 2-12 we have confirmed contact with UN forces, moving to assist friendlies." He said. After a few seconds command responded. "2-12 this is actual continue with assist it is imperative that you bring that UN team, several gun ships and operator teams have been assigned to support your, Intel suggests massive green skin movement in the area, mobilizing the rest of the 12 And armor to help,  you must extract the UN forces and hold the line. Elements from fort baker and Sparta are preparing to engage the massing green skins across the bay and in the south.  so you must hold out until your company arrives from AT&T park staging area."

"WE HAVE SUPPORT!" The radio jumps in joy as he announces before receiving an arrow to the back, from orc archer, the one incapacitated pulls out a grenade and responses to him. "Make sure to hurry up." He said wearily as he pulls the pin seconds before another arrow finds his mark impaling his lifeless body to the road, giving way to the orcs to run through but, as they run straight through the grenade explode releasing fragments everywhere killing the greenies in one go. 

" SIR CHARGES ARE READY!" The dark-skinned demolition expert said as he tosses the remote to his commander. "Good, you boys take up positions at that building and Marverick keep the boys safe." He commanded pointing at the nearby building, as he takes out his rifle and starts shooting at the advancing horde. "GO, I'll keep them in bay." He said as the bullets starts escaping the barrel of his guns and into the heads of three of the nearest orcs. The last five reluctantly makes their way into the building as they move furniture’s and barricades the first floor. 

Soon, the sergeant starts to lose ammunition and in time was overwhelmed by the number of the unrelenting orcs. And in the next minute or so a massive explosion erupted from his position as he detonates the explosives.

Quickly the Spartan convoy arrived on the scene as a massive explosion tore through the ranks of greenies. Quickly the troops mounting the 50 cals opened up on the enemies not caught in the explosion.

"UN forces Spartan have arrived."  The lieutenant said over the radio as he aimed his rifle and opened on the green skins. A wall of rounds tore many of the green skins apart before they could get organized.  Quickly as the troops dismounted the sound of UH-60s could be heard over the din of battle.  Quickly they landed as Spartan elite operator teams jumped out to support the convoy and make room for the UN forces.
Slowly the green skins reorganized and began to fire back with bows and thrown projectiles.

Maverick seeing the arrival of reinforcement, quickly grabbed his trusted grenade launcher as he signals the others to keep close. "Follow my orders, and we're going to survive." He briefs them as he loads up, then he surveys the streets before the familiar drums of war of the orcs starts its beating. 

"GO!" He frantically commanded as the sound only meant that trouble was coming making the other four rushes to the convoy, leaving the colonel behind as he makes sure that their safe. He raises up his weapon with a face full of fury. 

Seconds later the roar of the siege troll and its raptor rider’s entourages can be heard, just behind of the building, and with it, the clanking of chain. After, with a sudden turn of events massive arms burst out of the building and with it a new variant of the creature can be seen, as it seems to be smaller but, its body was completely covered in steel. With multiple chains that hangs its prized victims by the neck, a cruel reminder of the beast reputation as most of its victims have the UN symbol in their outfits. Maverick yelled out as he fires a full volley into the beast, hitting it and quickly legged it out there. 

But, he couldn’t get out in time before one of the raptor riders impaled his right leg with a well-placed arrow causing him to fall. “KENNETH ITS ALL UP TO YOU NOW!” He desperately shouted before a net was thrown at him and dragged back to the black smoke that was created by his weapon.
The troopers quickly drawn their weapons but, it was already too late as maverick was claimed by the darkness. “MAVERICK!” The skinny ones cried out and almost run off but, was dragged by the others to the position of the spartans.

Immediately the 50. Cals focused fire on the new armored enemies leaving the smaller targets to the platoon and the Spartan operators. Quickly the rain began to get worse until the wind and rain began to cover up the noise of the fight.

 Lieutenant Baltodano stood behind the cover of the vehicle reloading when the man next to him crumples up, his hands grasping arrows protruding from his thigh and chest.

  All along the rows of vehicles the platoon and operators were taking arrows. Several sported blooded bandages and a few of the more critical lay being tended to by the platoon medic.  Three Spartans bodies were lined up next to one of the UH-60s, the crew worked silently to gather the fallen belongings and their tags.

The siege beast with all its might started to emerged from the black mist as it makes its way into the convoy, not letting go of its prizes. The 50. Cals bullets had no effect on it. "RUN!" The peace keepers yell out as they quickly get inside the APC's. 

"YES, RUN WEAKLINGS REMEMBER THE NAME OF OBZIN THE HUNTER!" An orc clad in black armor with a burning spear, proudly announces as he pushes Marverick out from the podium, his neck wrap around with a spiked iron chain. He tries his best to break free but, to no avail as the spikes starts to dig even further into his neck as blood starts to rain from the wounds. 

And with a few more desperate moves the captain finally joins the twisted decoration as an brutal ornament to the capability of the orc hunter. "MORE, MORE SUFFERING!" The orc gleefully shouts out as his siege trolls starts wildly chasing the convoy.

Quickly the UH-60’s  took off with the dead and wounded ,leaving only the Humvees and their weapons to fend to fend off the invaders. With plenty of room to spare the Spartan operators found seats among the recently occupied seats of the dead and wounded.
 As soon as the last Spartan closed their door lieutenant Baltodano got on the radio.

"2-12 to Actual we have made contact and returning to base with friendlies. We are requesting a fire support mission on location Alpha. Massive number of hostiles in vicinity.  Drop some hell on them for us will you?"

After a few moments a womans voice responds

"2-12 confirmed I suggest you move from the area as soon as you can.  HE rounds on its way; good Job boys the Boss man is extremely happy. We have had no contact from anyone since the attack.  Now we can find out what's going on. An IU will meet you at base...the intelligence guys want to question them." 
 Barely the rumble of artillery can be heard over the rain as the weapons fired their deadly payload.

The orcs laughed as he hears the iconic roar of the artillery, now accustom to it his forces of raptor riders stops one. "I will get my prize, one way or another." He said as they withdraw the artillery landing on the ground, pounding and creating a divide. "We will meet again." He says before his mount turns around retreating back to the shadows and out of sight. 

"Thanks for the safe." The remaining four says as they take a long deep breath. Showing clear signs of fatigue. "We been traveling, with the remainder of what's left of us." He says panting hard and his companions falling to sleep taking as much rest as they can. "That thing has hunted us for months, a lot of us didn't make it.

The lieutenant looked at the UN troops as the vehicle sprints on.

"Don't worry about it... First time seeing anything other than greenies for a while...." He said as he checked the condition of his rifle. "Guess they got tired of us killing them." He said darkly with a chuckle. 

"Major Winters will want to speak with you when we arrive back at base... " he muttered as one of the soldiers spoke up

"Sir command wants us to drop off the UN guys, then restock and reunite with the company we are going hunting." He said as the female soldier next to him responded " we lost seven guys...got pay them back 70." She said in a monotone voice.

As the horde disappears from the background. The troopers were fast asleep until they arrive to base. Still fast asleep but, now feverish they were rush towards the med bay to get treatment. The doctor upon further examining them founds out that they were passed out from fatigue and exhaustion and it would take a few more days for them to wake up.

Quickly the platoon restocked and linked up with the company. Outside of the base, as the Spartan and militia forces all over the city pushed back against the green horde.  The 150 men and women of 12th company moved quickly as their righteous fury tore through any enemy resistance.

They were mad, the 12th had lost good men and women to the green savages. They were determined to make them pay.  Quickly and efficiently the Spartans, supported by tanks and heavy weapons, systematically wiped out every green skin they could find.  For every Spartan killed or wound while carrying this hunt four green skins would be killed. 

  Sargent Hernandez watched with his squad, from the second story of burned out wreck of a store over the remains of a street market, a sea of green getting gunned down as rifle, machine gun and heavy caliber guns tore through the green bodies.

as the spartans tore away at sacrificial grunts, they bear witness to the hunter's cruelty as the bodies of missing people and soldiers hangs with the same spiked collars that the hunter had decorated the nearby buildings. 

The bodies lead to a fortress of some sort it, covered in blood and with various body parts as ornaments. With the same orcs grunt guarding it. But, the raptors and the siege beast where no way in sight.

Quickly the Spartans stop, beyond the range of the enemy weapons. Slowly three tanks roll up, their 120mm cannons aimed at the fortress.  After stopping the three open up with their cannons and Infantry opened fire. In unison HE rounds tore into the walls blowing off chunks and making small craters in the walls.  Any bodies caught in the explosion were incinerated in the blast. After a small bombardment of the walls the tanks switched to demolition rounds.  As they do that two M1128 Mobile Gun Systems roll up armed with armor piercing rounds, waiting for the chance to take revenge for the fallen.

As the walls falls apart, the orcs retreat, leaving behind the fortress for the humans to cease. But, instead of victory, a gruesome display greets the eyes their eyes. The fortress was not a fort but, a massive torture chamber. The orcs indiscriminately capture men, women, and children to fill their twisted desires, decorating the walls of the structure with them after they were done with them. Along with them were cages, tortures devices, blood strains, and various body parts that scatters throughout the large facility. 

After looking around, there were only a few orcs around still carrying out various torture methods on the captured men. Skinning, maiming, and abusing the inmates that unfortunately found themselves to be in. The children cried helplessly, as they watch the orcs carry around adults and teenagers up to them, showing them of how they were going to be gut and dealt with in the future. 

The worst thing of all was the fact that many of them had the faces and identification of the various missing people and also soldiers in the city, that was lost or went missing in the past. The torturers dash into action as they see the walls fall apart, seeing the tanks and Spartans that were sieging the structure.  Grabbing one of the prisoners as they hold a knife right to their necks, taking them as hostages to save themselves from death. “EARTH MOTHER EMBRACE US!” They scream out as they slit their throats.

As one the line of Spartans opened fire on the green skins.  A grim look of determination on their faces.  Sargent Hernandez watched in silence. He like every other Spartan was enraged, in front of him were his people. Innocent men and women alongside various soldiers and combatants. He wanted to tear apart the green skims, in a primal rage he wanted nothing more than the start bashing their heads in until there was nothing left.  To the Spartans there had always been a code of honor for war.   The biggest rule of the Spartans is leave the innocents alone. Sure people die in war but to target civilians was going too far. Before Spartans killed the invaders with a professional approach. Killing them without making them suffer too much. Now all best were off. Anything that wasn't from this planet would die...slowly and painfully.
 Slowly the Spartans stopped firing.  With a motion of one of the Spartans several squads rush out from the line to check on any of the possible surviving humans.

The quickest word to express the structure was the word hopeless, the bodies of men, women, and children litter the floor, their innards left out in the open as disgusting ornaments. Their guts were string up on the walls like they were celebrating a twisted festival, aside from other twisted application of the human body, various dog tags were hang up on the walls of what seems to be the tavern or the commons of the large compound. On on top of it the words. "You were victorious." The letters were written with blood and from the looks of it from the blood of the owners of the dog tags. 

Obzin was nowhere to be found and his massive raptor army was not presence in the battle but, the orcs in the area were wearing. Ritualistic robes and there were numerous symbols in the walls, painted by blood, it was like all of it was needed for a ritual of some sorts. But, in the end only a handful adults and several children left the structure trembling at what they had witness and the experience they got there. So many lives were lost in all numerous brutal means that the greenies had. It had won and reclaim this area of the city from the monsters but, it didn't felt like a victory. Their children scared, people slaughtered and butchered like animals, this was not a victory it was a reminder that in war nobody wins.