The army's role is to hold the line. Oh, there were other things that the army used to do, like assisting in civil works or the like, colonial policing, and the like, but not anymore.

  In the 25th century, after the shitshow called a war, the only thing the UNSC could do was hold the line to buy time. That time is bought in the blood of the Navy, Marines, and more often then not, the Army, the main line army of the UNSC. Which Nivka, Sargent of the UNSC Army, thought was ironic.

  Even as she ran down the alleys of this city whose name she couldn't be bothered to remember, she still saved a quick moment to curse the propaganda. Always about Spartans, marines, and navy, but never the general infantryman that had fought the war from the beginning.

  She quickly pushed those thoughts out of her head and checked her hud. Corin was dead, hit early in the first engagement, and the rest were grouping up in a quickly set up firing position set at the end of a decent sized thoroughfare. Another squad was there, and it was their fallback position for when the frontline needed to pull back.

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  "Positions?" She barked, scanning behind her for followers. She got replies ranging from a bit ahead of her, to already in position.

  "Harden the defenses when you arive then set up the marksman. I'll be there in- FUC-" She dived after a bolt of green plasma flew just over her head. She scanned ahead, and dived into an ally just ahead. She peaked quickly before jerking her head back before anything hit it.

  "SARGE, STATUS?!" Gerith, her second barked.

  "2 grunts moving down the alley, keep goin'." She ordered her squad. She checked her M45, and all was good with it. She looked down the alley a bit and saw another passage. She readied herself, then bolted out of cover.

  She pumped a quick shot down the alley before she ran to the cover she saw before. She peaked again, and ducked back as bolts of Plasma flew down the alley. She used her artificial limb to grip the shotgun by the pistol grip, and blindly fired a shot sown the alley. She pumped and did it again for good measure. She loaded quickly before she peaked again.

  The grunts were lying on the ground, not moving. She shot them again for good measure, and one twitched. She lowered her M45 and spat. "Fuckin cunt." She turned and began to run again.