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(Psst... It's a Phantom.)
The firing was coming from a group of Marines and civilians holed up in the warehouse. Our entry startles them and they nearly open fire. I yell, "We're UNSC personnel here, hold fire!" and just in time. One or two shots pang off the wall behind us. The group chose their hideout well: it was a UNSC vehicle garage, containing two Scorpion tanks, several Mongooses, and a couple Hornets. It also had an arms locker containing all manner of weapons. We decide we're going to get them out. I radio back to the group in the Phantom: They need to clear a perimeter around the vehicle door. in reply, I hear grunting, shouting, and gunfire. "We've got to help them," Papamurf yells. We head up a ladder back onto the roof: the phantom is slowly spiraling toward the ground, about 3 meters out from the edge of the roof. "Feet first into hell, I suppose." I say. We run and jump. Papamurf catches the end of one of the Phantom's steering vanes, while I land cleanly on its rear loading ramp. He yells, "I can hold on out here, you go take that thing out!" I nod and charge into the fray. The Juggernaut has taken out three people already. I grab the Gravity Hammer recovered from a Brute Chieftain and bludgeon the mutated creep. He turns, apparently unharmed. I hit him again. He charges. I sidestep, and something seems to hit him from behind. The flood turns to see Papamurf hanging from the steering vane with one hand, shotgun in the other. I take the opportunity to take another swing at him. The hammer connects with what back he has, cuts him in two, and sends him hurtling to the street below. He twitches and is still. I hold the hammer's handle out to Papamurf, and he can just reach it. Leading, who was knocked out during the fight, regains consciousness just in time to put the Phantom into a climb and then land it on the Warehouse roof...
The firing was coming from a group of Marines and civilians holed up in the warehouse. Our entry startles them and they nearly open fire. I yell, "We're UNSC personnel here, hold fire!" and just in time. One or two shots pang off the wall behind us. The group chose their hideout well: it was a UNSC vehicle garage, containing two Scorpion tanks, several Mongooses, and a couple Hornets. It also had an arms locker containing all manner of weapons. We decide we're going to get them out. I radio back to the group in the Phantom: They need to clear a perimeter around the vehicle door. in reply, I hear grunting, shouting, and gunfire. "We've got to help them," Papamurf yells. We head up a ladder back onto the roof: the phantom is slowly spiraling toward the ground, about 3 meters out from the edge of the roof. "Feet first into hell, I suppose." I say. We run and jump. Papamurf catches the end of one of the Phantom's steering vanes, while I land cleanly on its rear loading ramp. He yells, "I can hold on out here, you go take that thing out!" I nod and charge into the fray. The Juggernaut has taken out three people already. I grab the Gravity Hammer recovered from a Brute Chieftain and bludgeon the mutated creep. He turns, apparently unharmed. I hit him again. He charges. I sidestep, and something seems to hit him from behind. The flood turns to see Papamurf hanging from the steering vane with one hand, shotgun in the other. I take the opportunity to take another swing at him. The hammer connects with what back he has, cuts him in two, and sends him hurtling to the street below. He twitches and is still. I hold the hammer's handle out to Papamurf, and he can just reach it. Leading, who was knocked out during the fight, regains consciousness just in time to put the Phantom into a climb and then land it on the Warehouse roof...