Phoenix Logs/Multiplayer Maps/Fort Jordan

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On an isolated battlefield in an isolated war, old strategies return to relevance.

"Poor kid never saw it coming."

Corporal Kyla Emmett pulled the edges of a tattered UNSC banner over the

lifeless body of a young Marine they'd all just called "Matthews." Kyla had seen

plenty of action as a member of Boomerang Company - even well before this

latest excursion to yet another otherwordly alien installation. The seasoned

ODST had expertly dispatched the enemy scout responsible for their party's

latest casualty, but it wouldn't make a difference in the long run if things didn't

change quick. She was part of a dwindling resistance force stationed at Fort

Jordan - a scrappy outpost set up on a strategically-located island on the Ark's

surface.

"Why are they even here?" Kyla's thoughts were interrupted by Jacob Arden, a

Hellbringer with zero patience and even less of a filter.

"Probably because we're still here."

"Which begs the question..."

Even behind that gold-mirrored faceplate Kyla knew the facetious face he was

making. She ignored him and gave a final once-over at their lifeline - a lone

remaining Mastodon APC that allowed them to traverse the artificial island

scavenging for supplies. Not to mention, it offered at least some sort of

protection from the remaining Banished forces that lingered on with seemingly

no other priority than to make their lives miserable. Jacob knew good and damn

well why BOTH sides were still there. The UNSC had come here looking to set

up camp near a downed Covenant craft in the hopes of salvaging anything the

technicians on the Spirit of Fire might find useful. Not long after, the Banished

came looking for it as well, led by a Jiralhanae warlord who had too much pride

to call for backup. Immediately the Banished took down their long-range

comms, and a battle of attrition began. For weeks numbers on both sides had

been dwindling, and it seemed a final clash was not only inevitable, but soon at

hand.

Kyla was joined by two remaining members of her ODST contingent within

Lotus Squad, as well as a specialist sniper, the sardonic Hellbringer, and three -

well, make that two now - frontline infantry. A number that made it easy to fit

in an M650 but difficult to win any wars.

"We're out of time, Corporal." The transmission came crackling through her

headset, carrying the voice of their sniper who had set up shop at the edge of

their local comm range in the hopes of giving whatever early warning they could.

Ristyx was on his way, and most Banished warlords weren't known for their

diplomacy. The corporal slapped the side of the Mastodon and gave a signal to

the others.

"We're making another run for it?"

"No Jacob," Kyla said calmly as her helmet fully polarized. "no more running."