Super Spartans
"And you guys? You're the real heroes!" John smiles with his signature point and wave routine to the crowd of UNSC grunts that had been holding out on this miserable backwater planet. Really if the Covenant had glassed this planet he wouldn't have even minded, he certainly wouldn't miss it.
Once the commander of this garrison came back onto the stage and shook his hand, he slides his helmet back on with a click, his smile immediately dropping. He hated doing this military tour shit.
He gives the man a polite nod and moves back stage off to the small tent set up for the Spartans. A god damn fucking tent!
"Ashley!" he growls "I thought we were here to kill fucking aliens! Not shake hands with these fucking humans!"
The red hair flinches slightly at the outburst and swallows.
"ONI had decided it might boost morale if you... made an appearance and both Stillwell and Stan Edgar both agreed..." she says carefully "You're scheduled to rescue the civilians still in the last hold out city being attacked by the Covenant soon though!"
"I could be over at reach right now, but they decided a half glassed swamp wasteland was a better use of my time." he scowls behind his fractal visor, specifically made to allow his lasers to shoot through. "Right, well, I'm off then."
He strikes a pose moving his hands folded over his forehead before taking flight.
A group of those miserable little grunt things lead by a split lip fuck was getting ready to fire on some random citizens who didn't know a thing about hiding. ...time to fly in and save the day.
He lands with a ground shaking thud as clouds of dust are kicked up throwing several grunts away from the shockwave along.
The tall ugly alien says something to the little things and they all aim at him. His visor turns from its golden plate to a cleared fractal showing off his sneer, eyes glowing red, before The Elite simply falls apart in pieces as the red beam slices through him and his shield with ease.
The smaller grunts let out what he assumes to be sounds of fear, and that gets him going.
He runs his hand through one of them, before kicking another like a ball into a gory mess. ...he was hoping to kick him into the sky but used a bit too much force it seemed.
He throws the last one into the sky though.
His visor turns clear and he plasters a smile on his face turning around
"Have no fear, for I am- fuck me." he says spotting the splattered remains of the family who most likely died from the impact he caused, except the guy barely breathing impaled on something. Well that was a disappointment.
He crushed the guys head to put him out of his misery, before taking flight once more. Time to go look good for the Vought camera drones.
"Fuck me... why do we let them go around fucking all shit up?" ONI agent codenamed Butcher asks watching the camera feeds of various Spartans at work.
"ONI had deemed that their collateral damage is within acceptable parameter ratios compared to their kills of Covenant forces." Another replies "Nothing kills a Hunter better than being boiled alive or being ran through at 500km a second by someone in a 500kg set of power armor."